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(intro)
uh, i flexed on versace, my clothes and my shirts it’s all my mom bought me
uh, a fake n-gg- not me, that sh-t that we flexin’ is not what they taught me
uh, i pulled up on a fake crib n-gg-, almost had to pull out my shotty

d-mn, man i’m so fine
step back on the 3-point line
make the shot like i’m kobe bryant

gucci, versace thats all that i see
i walk in it goes to a 100 degrees
n-gg-s coming beggin’ on my knees
all i got is fees
i got all the keys
dab on ’em like i sneeze

yeah, i know, i know i’m a playboy
get her sitting back, on my d-ck, like a cowboy

(verse 1)
versace like im making cash rain
first cl-ss seat from tokyo to spain
sippin’ codeine and champaigne
i’m insane n-gg-, ice in my veins
flickin my wrist, my head and my chain
again and again and again and again

get the f-ck outta here with your wack sh-t
i swear yall acting up like you’re brad pitt
try to come to me, i’ll make a base-hit
d-mn i stab then i dab ‘cuz i’m lit lit
i get that money for my n-gg-s then i split it

yeah, girls everywhere, i swear
sucking everywhere, on the counch, on the chair
smoke in the air, c-m on her hair
make money rain like i really don’t care

(hook)
flex on versace, my n-gg-s they got me
left a hole in my body, it felt like she shot me
i’m up in the crib , the feelings they caught me(jheez)
now it’s 2k16 most rappers are f-cked up on lean
pull out my glock, you dead, that’s a crime scene

(verse 2)
now i’m back on versace, these loyal n-gg-s they got me
if you thirsty n-gg- then gimme a call, i gotchu’ you with b-tches, money and all
yeah if you know me, you know me, my story, then you know how it goes
b-tches in my shows, versace clothes, slow-mo like i froze, you know i’m the boss

n-gg-s talking ’bout a solo , n-gg- whats the f-ck that’s a no-no
don’t worry my n-gg- i got my whole team
bars spitting faster than n-gg- thats f-cked up on speed

yeah, i walk in the strip club
looking for a b-tch yea i’m looking for a hooker
she wet like she came out the bathtub
i’m going hard, she feel it to the bone
going hard, going fast, in the zone
sitting on my lap, i’m sitting on my throne
but when i’m away i know she feeling alone
call me, text me, message on my phone
versace clothes and a gucci watch
she be bungee boucin’ on my crotch

ain’t got time for that sh-t so i blocked her
all while drinkin’ liquor with my chauffeur
b-tches going on me, callin’ me mister

(hook)
flex on versace, my n-gg-s they got me
left a hole in my body, it felt like she shot me
i’m up in the crib , the feelings they caught me(jheez)
now it’s 2k16 most rappers are f-cked up on lean
pull out my glock, you dead, that’s a crime scene

(outro)
we used to go outside makin’ beats with sitcks
never thought we’d get more than 5 dollar tips
beat level after level ’till we made it to the 6ix
bought my mom a house, bought my n-gg-s kicks
now we getting millions out of views and clicks

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