Versace robe

This shit cold

I put it on

Hop in the rolls

Wait on lines

Don’t do that

Waste my time

Don’t do that

Give me my bag

That’s my bag

Versace my bag

That’s my bag

hopping out popping out

I just pulled up in the parking lot

What they really talking bout

This shit a movie

my diamonds out

Wrist is dancing

I just walk it out

they say they same thing

When my phone go ring ring

motion picture

tell em say cheese

C notes

and they sing sing

Versace robe

This shit cold

I put it on

Hop in the rolls

Hear me coming cause the hear the jingle in the robin jeans

Got the gang w me

Man I promise ain’t nobody robbing me

You can’t come to close, naw

You can’t touch my clothes

You can’t touch my bros, naw

You can’t have my hoes

Yeah

I get what I want

she get what she wants, yeah

& her eyes on Versace

But my mind on her body

& I really want it

Versace clothes

Big bank roll

I got lows

This shit cold

if you really want it

ima just act like I really own it

Versace on me with the Bentley roaming

with my gang and the ceiling coasting

I’m a young king with some tings and some rings

 got these diamonds on me with Celine it’s a thing

For this cash ima fiend I just dash to the cream and my money on me yea it’s tall like Yao Ming

This shit cold

I just roam

Across the globe

my souls glow

I got loads

This shit cold

Chanel toes

Versace robe