I DON'T OWN THIS [Verse 1: Drake] Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'luminati This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm a optimist Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us 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 I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?" Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handy Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it This year I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it" I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly financial I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi" I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me [Hook: 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 'Luminati 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 Audim My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks, I know that they're mighty Meek Mill: Versace, Versace Its 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 Bugatti Hold up, drop the top on the rari Pull in the club and I'm stopping the party Hold up, got bitches on bitches They poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip Questing with Lou I did everything that I said I would do I really won't tell you that I'm better than you But we're not on the same level as you Cause the G55 got a hell of a view Regular niggas make regular moves With ya regular bitch and ya regular crew And you nigga still smokin on regular too? Like word?! What a shame, my nigga Louboutin blood like Game, my nigga Get left tryna aim, my nigga Like Saddam Hussein, my nigga I'm whippin' this brand new machine 100 bands in my jeans Call yo bitch Barry Sanders She done ran through the team I got hoes 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 I'm gettin' this money, I'm stackin' my broccoli (racks!) I'm 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 Shit, my life's like monopoly You caught a new case and you got outta jail Boy, you look like a cop to me Tyga: Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back, all these niggas they copy Medusa head on me I'm at the hotel, Versace Palazzo I rented the yacht for a week, but I bought the convertible Lambo Six mill for the mansion I see haters coming I need some more ammo These niggas gay that's Elmo So much green I turned camo Some hoover niggas on flannels Light light you up no candle Grip on that handle Yosemite Sam ya, that bitch bang like a banjo Told my arms dealer no need for a box, I don't read the instructions, I throw out the manual (WOO!) Versace, Versace, my brother king Trell he in a Ferrari I don't look the same, my camera the same, I made too much money (WOO!) Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should of went to the Clippers I got some crazy ideas for Versace, get them and tell'em my number Versace, auggh Picasso, Basquiat I'm cocky 23, 15 mill I'm just getting started Pop water my water I walk around on my wallet I don't fuck with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet Statues of Horus, and Anubis is polished I don't got to, rap about, coke for you to enjoy it I'm bout' to join the money team, just holla' to Floyd about it Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money to the Cayman islands (WOO!) Versace Auggh! Thanks For Watching Please Suscribe Share Like Comment and Rate Download:(Copy and Paste the url to http://www.youtube-mp3.org/ )