Versace (Freestyle)

[Intro:]

Yeah nigga it's Ca$h you already know.. hah.. Versace

[Verse 1:]

Uh, Versace Versace medusa head on me like I'm illuminati
Riding drop top in my new Maserati, chilling late night with a couple of hotties
She popping the Molly, I'm rolling the weed, sipping codeine
Bitches all over me cause of my green, whipping that work that coca-ine
Versace Versace Versace all over but fuck the loafers
I'd rather be rocking the Michael Jordan's
Them niggas who say they don't want it they just can't afford it
I'm balling you know that I'm scoring
My bitch she foreign, my ride is foreign
Copped the Versace it's straight out of Europe
Flexing on niggas is how I do it, king of Versace you know I'm a ruler
I'm rocking the Buddha with the medusa, ah
Uh, getting money was my only dream got a bad chick from the Philippines
She love the silk with the leather jeans, Versace it's straight out of Italy
My swag so I'll it's killing in me, y'all niggas say..
Uh, yo shit say made in China, young nigga like me I'm rocking designer
The Gucci the Louie the Truey, the Ferragamo the Dolce Gabbana
The uh, Versace, Vers-Ve-Ve-Versace The Ve-The Versace nigga
Cash out here running
And a nigga gone keep going..