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conversations.value: Write me a song called Versace (TXL Remix) with the following description: The Xclusive List’s DJ, DJ Reddy Rell, mashes together Drake’s verse with Tyga and Meek Mill’s remixes for this impressive unofficial remix.
  Appears on the sixteenth volume of Hip Hop TXL.
  Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Drake & 
  Quavo
  ]
  Yeah
  Oh shit man, who that is?
  Shout out Migos, shout out Zaytoven one time
  That Migos, Drake on Versace?
  (Hip Hop TXL, The Xclusive List!)
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
  This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
  Rap must be changing ‘cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
  Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
  Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
  I think I'm selling a million first week, man I guess I'm a optimist
  Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
  What the fuck is you talking 'bout? Saw this shit coming like I had binoculars
  Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami
  The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
  I've been so quiet, I got the world like, "What the fuck is he plannin'?"
  Just make sure that you got a backup plan ‘cause that shit might come in handy
  Started a label, the album is coming, September, just wait on it
  This year I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it
  Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like, "Damn, I look great on it"
  I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
  Speaking in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
  This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
  Fuck all your feelings ‘cause business is business, it's strictly financial
  I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Word to New York, ‘cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are calling me "Papi"
  I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi
  I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me
  [Hook: Quavo]
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  [Verse 2: Tyga]
  Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back, all these niggas they copy
  Medusa head on me, I'm at the hotel, Versace Palazzo
  I rented the yacht for a week, but I bought the convertible Lambo
  Six mill for the mansion, I see haters coming, I need some more ammo
  These niggas gay, that's Elmo, so much green I turned camo
  Some Hoover niggas on flannels, light, light you up, no candle
  Grip on that handle, Yosemite Sam ya, that bitch bang like a banjo
  Told my arms dealer no need for a box, I don't read the instructions, I throw out the manual (Woo!)
  Versace, Versace, my brother King Trell, he in a Ferrari
  I don't look the same, my camera the same, I made too much money (Woo!)
  Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he shoulda went to the Clippers
  I got some crazy ideas for Versace, get them and tell 'em my number
  Versace, auggh Picasso, Basquiat, I'm cocky
  23, fifteen mill, I'm just getting started
  Pop water my water, I walk around on my wallet
  I don't fuck with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet
  Statues of Horus, Anubis is polished
  I don't gotta rap about, coke for you to enjoy it
  I'm 'bout to join the money team, just holla to Floyd about it
  Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money to the Cayman Islands (Woo!) Versace [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
  Versace, Versace, it's killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (Shooters!)
  I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm 'Luminati (Rich!)
  Just me and my niggas, we killing these bitches, go body for body (Murder!)
  These suckers be hating, they praying to God 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 popping on Mollys
  I'm probably at Follies with PeeWee and Tip, questing with Lou
  I did everything that I said I would do
  I really won't tell you I'm better than you
  But we are 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 smoking 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 whipping this brand new machine, hundred 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 getting this money, I'm stacking my broccoli (Racks!)
  I'm running my city, you might gotta pay me you land on my property (Tax!)
  I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave, shit my life like Monopoly
  You caught a new case and you got outta jail but you look like a cop to me
  Get out of jail free card?