[Verse 1]Versace, VersaceIts killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (shooters!)I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm illuminati (rich!)Just me and my niggas we killin' these bitches, go body for body (murders!)These suckers be hating, they praying to God that I don't cop a BugattiHold up, drop the top on the rariPull in the club and I'm stopping the partyHold up, got bitches on bitchesThey poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and TipQuesting with LouI did everything that I said I would doI really won't tell you that I'm better than youBut we're not on the same level as youCause the G55 got a hell of a viewRegular niggas make regular movesWith ya regular bitch and ya regular crewAnd you nigga still smokin on regular too? Like word?!What a shame, my niggaLouboutin blood like Game, my niggaGet left tryna aim, my niggaLike Saddam Hussein, my niggaI'm whippin' this brand new machine100 bands in my jeansCall yo bitch Barry SandersShe done ran through the teamI got hoes out the DThey playing on the teamDo anything for meI mix that xan with the leanHold up, let me get it backVersace, VersaceI'm gettin' this money, I'm stackin' my broccoli (racks!)I'm running my cityYou might gotta pay me if you land on my property (tax!)I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the aveShit, my life's like monopolyYou caught a new case and you got outta jailBoy, you look like a cop to me(Get out of jail free card?)
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