[Verse 1] Versace, Versace Its fightrs, real suckas thats all in my posse shooters! Im getting so rich that they making up rumors that Im illuminati rich! Just me and my suckas we kicking these idiots, go body for body fight! These suckers be hating, they praying to God that I dont cop a Bugatti Hold up, drop the top on the rari Pull in the club and Im stopping the party Hold up, got suckas on suck They poppin on mollys Im prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip Questing with Lou I did everything that I said I would do I really wont tell you that Im better than you But were not on the same level as you Cause the G55 got a hell of a view Regular suckas make regular moves With ya regular and ya regular crew And you sucka still smokin on regular too? Like word?! What a shame, my sucka Louboutin blood like Game, my sucka Get left tryna aim, my sucka Like Saddam Hussein, my sucka Im whippin this brand new machine 100 bands in my jeans Call yo crap Barry Sanders She done ran through the team I got holes out the D They playing on the team Do anything for me I mix that xan with the lean Hold up, let me get it back Versace, Versace Im gettin this money, Im stackin my broccoli racks! Im running my city You might gotta pay me if you land on my property tax! I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave Crap, my lifes like monopoly You caught a new case and you got outta jail Boy, you look like a cop to me Get out of jail free card?
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