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Versace Remix Lyrics – Migos feat. Drake

    Versace Remix is a popular rap song by Migos featuring Drake, from the 2013 album Versace (Single). Check words to Migos Versace Remix Lyrics in English below.

    Versace Remix Lyrics – Migos feat. Drake 

    [Intro: Drake & Quavo]
    (Zaytoven)
    Yeah
    Oh shit, man, who that is?
    Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time
    That’s Migos and Drake at the Versace store

    [Verse 1: Drake, Quavo & Takeoff]
    Versace, Versace
    Medusa head on me like I’m Illuminati (Versace!)
    This is a gated community
    Please get the fuck off the property (gate!)
    Rap must be changin’
    ‘Cause I’m at the top and ain’t no one on top of me (woo!)
    Niggas be wantin’ a verse for a verse
    But man, that’s not a swap to me (nah!)
    Drownin’ in compliments
    Pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis (Metropolis?)
    I think I’m sellin’ a million first week
    Man, I guess I’m a optimist (milli!)
    Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us (go!)
    What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?
    Saw this shit comin’ like I had binoculars, boy
    Versace, Versace
    We stay at the mansion when we in Miami
    The pillows Versace, the sheets are Versace
    I just won a Grammy (woo!)
    I been so quiet, I got the world like
    “What the fuck is he plannin’?” (What?)
    Just make sure that you got a back up plan
    ‘Cause that shit might come in handy (go, go!)
    Started a label, the album is comin’ September
    Just wait on it (just wait on it!)
    This year I’m eatin’ your food
    And my table got so many plates on it (so many!) (damn!)
    Hundred-inch TV at my house
    I sit back like “Damn, I look great on it!” (damn, I look good!)
    I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga
    Don’t ask for my take on it (don’t ask for my opinion!)
    Speakin’ in lingo, man, this for my nigga
    That trap out the bando (bando, bando!)
    This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano (brr, brr, brr!)
    Fuck all your feelin’ ’cause business is business
    It’s strictly financial (business is business!)
    I’m always the first one to get it, man
    That’s how you lead by example (I got it!)
    Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (Versace!)
    Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin’ me Papi (woo, woo)
    I’m all on the low
    Take a famous girl out where there’s no paparazzi (flash!)
    I’m tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me (smash!)
    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Versace, Versace
    Medusa head on me like I’m Illuminati
    I know that you like it
    Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
    Versace, Versace
    I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi
    My plug, he John Gotti
    He give me the ducks, I know that they’re mighty
    Shoes and shirt Versace
    Your bitch want in on my pockets
    She ask me why my drawers silk
    I told that bitch “Versace”
    Cheetah print on my sleeve
    But I ain’t never been in the jungle
    Try to take my sack
    Better run with it, nigga, don’t fumble

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    [Verse 3: Takeoff]
    You can do Truey, I do it Versace
    You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
    You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
    I set the trend, you niggas copy
    Cookin’ this dope like I work at Hibachi
    Look at the watch, it blow hot like some Taki
    Come in my room, my sheet Versace
    When I go to sleep I dream Versace
    Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
    These niggas, they wishin’ they knew you
    They coppin’ the Truey, remixin’ the Louis
    My blunts is fat as Rasputia
    In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger
    I’m beatin’ the pot, call me Michael
    Lot of you niggas that copy
    Look at my closet, Versace, Versace

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

    [Verse 4: Offset]
    King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
    My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi
    I’m dressin’ so nicely they can’t even copy
    You’d think I’m Egyptian, this gold on my body
    Money my mission, two bitches
    They kissin’, my diamonds is pissin’, my swag is exquisite
    Young Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
    Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons
    Codeine sippin’, Versace, I’m grippin’
    Them bands in my pocket, you know that I’m livin’
    I’m draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh
    Rockin’ handcuffs: that’s Ferragamo
    Bricks by the boat, overload
    I think I’m the don but no Rocco
    This the life that I chose
    Bought out the store, can’t go back no more
    Versace my clothes while I’m sellin’ them bows
    Versace take over, it took out my soul
    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

     

    Writer(s): Migos, Drake, Zaytoven

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