Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati I know that you like it Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy I love it, Versace the top of my Audi My plug, he John

Clap Your Hands Everybody I'm Singing This Love Is Unbreakable We're Living Our Dreams No Thing, No Money, No Sin, No Temptation,Talking 'Bout Nothing But Y'all Know We'll Be Back Next Week Like The People On TV Through The Technical Difficulties

I told her bounce it back I told her ounces back You been sellin' drugs for years Ain't got a bird, nigga You been sellin' weed, nigga You ain't a plug, nigga You know I'm different from them I'm from a different cloth I got a nina ross

I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a

Exotic my cars and my broads and reefer, yeah They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her Shout out the plug, let me keep all that extra, yeah I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah Pour me a four pop a Tuss', yeah Forty pointers

I don't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?) Pick him up in a space coupe, I don't let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe) New freak, had to cut my other lil' bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil' bitch) Fifty K, you could come and

To forget your love My plug in baby Crucifies my enemies When I'm tired of giving Woah, my plug in baby In unbroken virgin realities I've exposed your lies, baby The underneath, no big surprise Now it's time for changing

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one Who was spending the night Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes Looking into your eyes

Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They