07 Versace Labroli Remix by Ca$h Money Broli Lyrics
Yeah, Versace, versace, Medusa head on me like I’m illuminati
This rap gonna be hot, all my haters agree even when they still doubted me
Wiss must be changin, I’m movin up top and no one is stoping me
Fuck you walega be dissin my lyrics, buhl throwin some shots at me
Got all my paper, fuck you Zach Walega Man you just a bus boy
Perdicting a thousand likes June 18th man, just call me an optimist
Born Pennsylvania but deep down feel like Atlanta adopted Me
Fuck otta here Colin!, my bars original as your dopey attempts to throw shots at me boy
Versace, versace I live like royalty when I’m in Atlanta
Country clubs, restaurants, sitin on my throne, just sippin my Fanta
I was so quiet, I had Wiss like “What the fuck is Broli scheming?”
Seitz I’m bout to send you back to your Jew Mama bitch crying and screaming
Making a mixtape, droppin on Wednesday, June 18, Just wait on it
So many shots thrown, I’m famous at Wiss they all know im the shit
Watchin my previews at my house Sayin “Damn this shit is gon be poppin!!”
I do not fuck with that mooching boy Wilk so go work your job and stop beggin
Rappin in stanzas, learned this from my nigga that born in Toronto
This for my niggas that wanna steak dinner they know I’m the lotto
Fuck all you fake bastards cause money is money Wilk just wish he had some
I’m always the guy with the paper Robby don't know cause he ain't got none
Versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace
Where's your varsity letters At Robby? Huh?This year I’m goin on three
Dickhead always be dissing me, like I said hes only captain of JV
And fuck all the women who didn’t want to be in my video, thought that could stop me
Now that I’m famous bitch calling my phone tryna get back on top of me
This rap gonna be hot, all my haters agree even when they still doubted me
Wiss must be changin, I’m movin up top and no one is stoping me
Fuck you walega be dissin my lyrics, buhl throwin some shots at me
Got all my paper, fuck you Zach Walega Man you just a bus boy
Perdicting a thousand likes June 18th man, just call me an optimist
Born Pennsylvania but deep down feel like Atlanta adopted Me
Fuck otta here Colin!, my bars original as your dopey attempts to throw shots at me boy
Versace, versace I live like royalty when I’m in Atlanta
Country clubs, restaurants, sitin on my throne, just sippin my Fanta
I was so quiet, I had Wiss like “What the fuck is Broli scheming?”
Seitz I’m bout to send you back to your Jew Mama bitch crying and screaming
Making a mixtape, droppin on Wednesday, June 18, Just wait on it
So many shots thrown, I’m famous at Wiss they all know im the shit
Watchin my previews at my house Sayin “Damn this shit is gon be poppin!!”
I do not fuck with that mooching boy Wilk so go work your job and stop beggin
Rappin in stanzas, learned this from my nigga that born in Toronto
This for my niggas that wanna steak dinner they know I’m the lotto
Fuck all you fake bastards cause money is money Wilk just wish he had some
I’m always the guy with the paper Robby don't know cause he ain't got none
Versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace
Where's your varsity letters At Robby? Huh?This year I’m goin on three
Dickhead always be dissing me, like I said hes only captain of JV
And fuck all the women who didn’t want to be in my video, thought that could stop me
Now that I’m famous bitch calling my phone tryna get back on top of me