Cover art for Versace by Jabie

Versace

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Versace Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jabie]
Versace, Versace, I cannot afford it cause I have no money
Buying all type of designer shit, bitch have you seen the economy?
You live in the Projects you bitch and you act like you swimming in property

Always 'bout looking one hundred, but you and your Mom are still broke and you living in poverty
Get your priorities straight, you got money to save, but instead you just spend it on chocolate

Aim for the entire factory bitch why you stop at a bar of it?
You in the struggle, so stop with the act, you are not kidding anyone, act like a part of it
Tucking your top in your belt, man it's obvious, want to be cool but you look like a wannabe

Why are you stunting when all of us know, that you borrow your clothes
And your Mom's on a loan, and your brother and you and your papa are broke
And your oven is off and your water is cold

And your Jordans are more than your cupboards can hold
And you ball in the club with a bottle with a bottle of mo'
And you lure in a woman by talking a load
And she's baffled as fuck when she walks in your home

Versace, controversy waiting to stir, but I'm here and it's back around
People keep asking me how I stay real in a world in which Hannah Montana is rapping now
You can keep splashing your money on all type of jewellery, waving your belt and your hat around
Carry on buying so stupidly all of that louis V, I'm trying to fill up my bank account

Versace, Versace, these labels should pay me to spit, I'm a prodigy
These rappers that battled me ran away, then gave a written apology
I do not fuck with your new shit my spitter, cause it ain't on top of me
Pardon me? You wanna fuck with me, now that you know I'll blow up just to give you my broccoli?
None of that, I do not fuck with that, you must be crazy if you think I'll give you my profit

Can bet on my life, if I get any dough, it goes straight in our pockets
That's me and my mama, and aunties, and uncles, and bitches, the rest of the people I promised
And people that help me achieve what I've wanted for seventeen years, gonna feast when I've got it

Versace, Versace, I'm sick of you spitters that claim to be bangers
None of you have a bandanna on, let alone handle a hammer

Now all of a sudden, you claim that you banging inside of the manor
Man stop with the yapping, it's hurting my ears, and I'm tired of bitches that try to be gangsta

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October 8, 2013
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