Meek Mill — Versace Freestyle

[Verse 1] Versace, Versace Its killers, real niggas 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 niggas we killin' these bitches, 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 bitches on bitches 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 niggas make regular moves With ya regular bitch and ya regular crew And you nigga still smokin on regular too? Like word?! What a shame, my nigga Louboutin blood like Game, my nigga Get left tryna aim, my nigga Like Saddam Hussein, my nigga I'm whippin' this brand new machine 100 bands in my jeans Call yo bitch 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 Shit, 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?)