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Versace lyrics - Migos (feat. Drake, Meek Mill & Tyga)

[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 an 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, it's 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, with no paparazzi

I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:]

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Versace, Versace

It's killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (shooters)

I'm getting so rich that they makin' up rumors that I'm 'luminati (rich)

Just me and my niggas we killin these bitches go body for body (murders)

These suckers be hatin', they prayin' to got I don't cop a Bugatti

Hold up, drop the top on the rari, pull in the club and I'm stoppin' the party

Hold up, got these bitches on bitches they poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip,

Of course I went Lu I did everything that I said I would do

I really won't tell you that I'm better than you

But we are 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 niggas still smoking 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-Hundred bands in my jeans

Call yo bitch Barry Sanders, she done ran through the team I got hoes out the D

They playin on the team, Do anything for me, I mix that xan with the lean! Hold Up

Lemme' get it back,

Versace Versace,

I'm gettin' this money I'm stackin my broccoli (racks)

I'm runnin' my city you might gotta pay me if you land on my property (tax)

I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the edge 'cause my life like monoply

You got a new ase and you got outta jail, Boy, you look like a cop to me

(Get outta' jail free card?)

[Verse 3: Tyga]

Auggh

Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back all these niggas they copy

Medusa head on my I'm at the hotel, Versace Pa-laz-a

I rented the yatch for a week, but bought the convertible 'Lambo

Six mill for the mansion I see haters comin' I need some mo' ammo

These nigga's 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

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

Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should of went to the Clippers

I got some crazy ideas for Versace, give Donatella 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!

Versace (Remix) lyrics - Migos (feat. Drake)

[Drake & Quavo:]

Zaytoven

Yeah

Oh shit, man, who that is?

Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time

That Migo is drinking in the Versace store

[Drake, Quavo & Takeoff:]

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati

Versace

This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property gate

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. Metropolis?

I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an 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

I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?" (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 eating 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

Fuck all your feeling '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

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 (flash!)

I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me (smash!)

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Quavo:]

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati

It's me

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 and 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"

What else?

Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle

What else?

Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[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

Cooking the dope, like I work at Hibachi

Lookin and watching, 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, remixing the Louis

My blunts is fat as Rasputia

In a striped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger

I'm beating the pot, call me Michael

Lot of you niggas that copy

Look at my closet Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[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 pissing, my swag is exquisite

Young Offset no preacher but you niggas listen

Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons

Codeine sipping, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket

You know that I'm living

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 Rocko

This the life that I chose,

Bought out the store, can't go back no more

Versace my clothes while I'm selling them bows

Versace took over, it took out my soul

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

We Set The Trends lyrics - Migos

Migo, brrt

Talkin' to me crazy, nigga

Been havin' that shit on, nigga

Drippin' to the floor, to the door, nigga, you hear me?

My goddamn cup

Yeah (Bordeaux and Non Native)

Gangsta Grillz, huh

We set the trends (Trends)

Bringin' in ends (Bringin' in cash)

I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (Brrt)

It's just me and my gang (Gang)

Fuck niggas, we don't do friends (Fuck)

What he say? He want smoke? (Smoke)

We gon' spin (Brrt), spin again (Takeoff)

I been tryna get the money, I been tryna feed my fam

'Cause these niggas they don't wanna see me win (No)

I was thinkin' 'bout the Rollie, but I went and got the Richie

Then I went and put my momma in the Benz (Momma)

I get it in (Get it), in the pent' suite fuckin' two twins

I thought about the Glock, but I went F&N (Bop)

And a nigga spin this shit without a pen (Spin)

I call Jimmy, kick it with the billies (Billi')

We already ran up a milli' (Milli')

So that shit ain't really interestin' (Nah)

He outta line, he get a penalty (Penalty)

Said he start it, then I'ma finish him (Finish him)

Stomp a nigga, fed up, in my Timberlands (Timberlands)

Hangin' with the vampires and gremlins (Gremlins)

Got them hoes lined up, assembly (Assembly)

Not your average nigga in the industry

We set the trends (Trends)

Bringin' in ends (Bringin' in cash)

I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (Brrt)

It's just me and my gang (Gang)

Fuck niggas, we don't do friends (Fuck)

What he say? He want smoke? (Smoke)

We gon' spin (Brrt), spin again

First I did the Chrome Heart, then I gave 'em BB's

First nigga come through in True Religion (Facts)

Cut my money back up, put a kilo on my neck

Man this shit is worth like two bitches (Brrat)

Come through drippin' (Uh)

First nigga move, I'm hit 'em (Baow)

The next nigga move, you go with' 'em

But I ain't here to talk no middleman shit

You got a boss? Then you should go get 'em

Where he at? We set the trends

Big F&N when I step out the Benz (I got it)

My [?] bought some dinner, man

He just been trapped in six

Now he fresh out the pan (Now we actin' bad)

You know what's up, we goin' up

We are not comin' down (Not at all)

This bitch don't trip, better watch for the crown

All these rocks in my watch with the crown

Now it's chop a nigga down (Go)

Chop a nigga down, choppa gang (Chop)

The thirty holdin' up the wallet chain (Grrah)

Movin' like the fuckin' president (Move)

Ten cars hoggin' up the lane (Skrrt)

Trappin' at the house before the fame (Trap)

Then we through the flat, like I'm walkin', take a pic (Flat)

He'll do it for the cheap when you send him on a mission (Street)

Quickest wipe down, wipe his name off the list (What?)

If he switch on me (Switch), then the sticks started glistenin' (Stick)

If I'm gon' smoke it then we raise a tissue (Smoke)

My pinky one-forty and my watch is three-fifty

My bitch like to scissor, she came with three bitches (Six)

We don't fuck with snitchin', we protect the business (Bus')

We straight out the trenches, the mud was sticky (Ooh)

It too many real niggas, we don't fake kick it (Real)

We set the trend in the cities (Trends)

We came to fuck up the city, just Migos and Jimmy

Uh, we set the trends (Trends)

Bringin' in ends (Bringin' in cash)

I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (Offset)

Hundred-fifty on the Panamera (Panamera)

When I'm pullin' up, they starin'

Put a Richard on my wrist, it be retarded like Little Daryl

Niggas want the smoke, I tell 'em try me, nigga, dare 'em (Smoke)

White Lamborghini, yeah I call that bitch a Karen (Karen)

When I hit the Draco that bitch soundin' like a snare (Grrt)

The way the diamonds hittin' off the Patek, it ain't fair (Woo)

I'ma hit your bitch and give her back, I like to share 'em (Share 'em)

Fuckin' with Diego, man, Diego serve (Diego)

Automatic when I get to spinnin' on the block (Baow)

Bought a Glock, 'cause then I bought a switch, call it mop (Go)

I don't know the time but it's three hunnid for this watch (Three hunnid)

I'ma put a thot up on the opp and get the drop (Drop)

Niggas try to plot then we gon' hit him like the WAP (Baow)

I'm thinkin' like I'm Roddy Ricch, the stick up in the box (Stick)

I told that bitch no feelings, I just really want the top (Top)

If you ain't talkin' millions, ain't no business, ain't no talk

Twenty-five racks, you can buy some white chalk (Twenty five)

Ferrari lookin' like a caterpillar when it walk (Skrrt)

Swimmin' with piranhas, we was swimmin' with the sharks (Sharks)

I can see the flash when the choppas start to spark (Baow)

Two hundred the dash on the coupe I just bought (Boo)

Two milli' in cash, I just saved up in the vault (Hey)

Started in the bando, now we trappin' out a loft (Bando)

The first three letters of my name, he got off'd (Woo)

We set the trends (Trends)

Bringin' in ends (Bringin' in cash)

I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (Brrt)

It's just me and my gang (Gang)

Fuck niggas, we don't do friends (Fuck)

What he say? He want smoke? (Smoke)

We gon' spin (Brrt), spin again

What It Do lyrics - Quality Control & Migo

[Quavo:]

DJ Durel, what it do nigga?

Yeah, what it do?

Oh Jess, what it do?

M-M-M-Murda

Yeah

Huh, what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? uh, what it do? what it do Take? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Set? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Quay? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do? I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')

Young nigga I ain't even complainin' (nah)

Hop out the Lam and I'm sprayin' (skrt)

Put a bad bitch on santan (woo)

What it do, way from Japan (ayy)

White ho with a sun tan (white)

Switch lanes like a nigga switch hands (switch)

What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

Nose dive in the blue lagoon (splash)

Vacation with all of my goons (yeah)

Drip right down to the shoes (yeah)

Nigga ain't down with the moves (nah)

Nigga might as well switch crews (yeah)

Straight up, pull up

What it do Take? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Set? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Quay? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do?

[Takeoff:]

What I done did

At the top like a motherfuckin' wig (at the top)

Pass a hundred dollar bill to the kids (to the kids)

Take a watch off and throw it in the fridge

Pick your main thang up and take her to the crib (crib)

Fourteen when I got my first steel

And a nigga still walkin' with the steel still (still)

What it do? what it do? what it do Quay?

Back to back, think it's a relay

What it do? what it do? what it do Set?

Maybach six ain't drop yet (ain't out yet)

Actin' hard but you ain't like that (like that)

Try my dogs and I be they bite back (arr)

We don't think about it 'cause we bought that (bought that)

Nah we don't care about the price tag (fuck it)

What it do? who are you? real diamonds, your shit fool (shit fake)

You the one that posts pics on the Gram (you the one)

And goin' up actin' like it's brand new (and it ain't)

Uh-huh, is that true? wait hold up, is that you? (got to)

Amiri jeans but I used to wear Trues (used to)

What it do? what it do?

[Quavo:]

What it do Take? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Set? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Quay? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do?

[Offset:]

I got white where there ain't none fool (white)

I see the racks like it's deja vu (I see the racks)

I'm buying pints, I ain't drinkin' for the cool (lean)

Having rank and the bankroll too (rank)

You ain't never seen the facts on the move (you ain't never)

Called me dumb when we dropped out of school (called me dumb)

Lake view with Jacuzzi and a pool (lake view)

All the pain in the game made me lose it (lost it)

Spikes in the toe with the Loub (spike that)

Pipe on a bitch, tell her lose it (pipe up)

What it do Take? what it do Quay? (what it do?)

We the culture, yeah we the new wave (wave)

You at the top of the game nigga, who safe? (who?)

I'm in a drop Mulsanne on a Tuesday (skrt)

Bring the marble, got the water on every day (woo)

Clear diamonds on a nigga like a 4K (clear)

You got shot with a stick for your ho ways (brrt)

Still drippin' on a bitch in Dolce, yeah

Bricks in the loft with Jose, yeah

Dick in her mouth like Colgate, yeah

Selling rocks 101, runway (101)

Brrt, brrt, you can get the gun play

[Quavo:]

What it do Take? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Set? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do Quay? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?

What it do? what it do? what it do?

Where lyrics - Migos

(Oh shit, Takeoff you ready?)

Hey flip, fuck nigga better tell me where the money at

(Where it's at?)

Where it at fuck nigga?

(Get it up)

Where it's at nigga?

I ain't playin' nigga, uh

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)

Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)

Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)

Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)

Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)

And I know you don't really want that (no)

So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)

Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)

Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Broad daylight searchin' for a juug

Finna hit a kicked door in my hood

Hit the right house and everything good

Dope sold, money fold

Them Arabian people, they got the gold

West side is my Migos, did five years down the road

He never told, he never fold

When they brought him up in court the nigga stood up on his own

If a nigga try to run up on a nigga, think a nigga slippin', ain't know I had the Smith & Wesson, hit in the dome

I'm think I'm a prophet just like God to the Rome

That Dolce Gabbana, the OG gas is my cologne

Jay Z and Kanye West, bitch I come to take the throne

Macaulay Culkin niggas because you was home alone

I was trappin' cappin' nigga now I'm trappin', dabbin'

You gotta be a soldier if you wanna be a captain

Thinkin' bout a plan nigga, got to make it happen

Got to make a name even if it means snatchin'

When I run the lobby with a book of clean molly

It's got us too hot, these bitches feel it on their body

Don't blame it on Takeoff, you better blame it on narcotics

We livin' at your mommy's house and rest in peace to Robin

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)

Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)

Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)

Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)

Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)

And I know you don't really want that (no)

So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)

Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)

Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Shh, there he go

Shh, run to the truck, nigga kick the door (boom-boom)

Shh, lay him on the floor nigga, so tell me where the dough

He didn't want to talk so I shot him dead in the throat

I ain't gon' say no more

Searchin' through the house I find a suitcase with the dough

It's a nigga in the closet loaded with the .44

Oh shit nigga, back up the coat then we out the door

It was successful, I bought me a bezel

Next time I hit a lick it's gonna be better

I started off robbin', finessin', it's different levels

In the game I watch a nigga schedule

Beatin' up the pot, you call me Pacquiao (beat it up!)

I'm readin' the bible, talkin' bout Malachi (God)

This pistol lookin' at you, that's my 3rd eye (boaw!)

Put it into a nigga, give him a toe tie (kill him!)

I heard that you the gangster, pistol got you flinchin', think it's Christmas all the gifts I'm gettin'

33 birds in the kitchen, Scottie Pippen (brrr!)

You niggas be flexin', you actin', Mel Gibson (flex!)

Got the fork underwater, you think a nigga fishin'

Where it's at, I don't like to kill 'em, I'm a Christian

Police lookin' for a nigga, call me Brian Nichols

It's not a photo shoot, I'm takin' shots, it's not a picture (ra-ra-ra!)

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)

Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)

Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)

Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)

Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)

And I know you don't really want that (no)

So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)

Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)

Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Somebody better tell me where is the dough-dough-dough (where it's at, nigga?)

Somebody better tell me, Lord bless his soul-soul-soul-soul

When I kick in your door (boom! Get down!), wavin' the chopper all around the room

(And you already know what time it is nigga), I'd like to welcome y'all to legion of doom

He ran off with the pack, I know I'ma see him soon, oh

There he go, he sprayin' blood wet like typhoon

Get on the floor, (get on the floor)

Better come off that dope (better come off that)

Better not be cut with soap (better not be cut)

I am the head honcho, I got head hunters that come for the throat

Don't nobody know that you missin'

Don't know body know nothin' bout Migo' business

Runnin' with the money pronto, not leavin' a witness

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)

Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)

Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)

Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)

Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)

Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)

Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)

Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)

And I know you don't really want that (no)

So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)

Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)

Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)