Versace (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Versace, Versace
Its killers, real n*ggas 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 n*ggas we killin' these b*tches, 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 b*tches on b*tches
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 n*ggas make regular moves
With ya regular b*tch and ya regular crew
And you n*gga still smokin on regular too? Like word?!
What a shame, my n*gga
Louboutin blood like Game, my n*gga
Get left tryna aim, my n*gga
Like Saddam Hussein, my n*gga
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
100 bands in my jeans
Call yo b*tch 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
sh*t, my life's 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?)