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conversations.value: Write me a song called Versace (G-Mix) with the following description: The Versace (G-Mix) is very similar to “Versace (Remix)” and even includes the Drake verse.
  It incorporates the same Migos verses as well but also features new verses from Meek Mill, Tyga, and KidCali. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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 sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
  Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
  What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' 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 planning?"
  Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handy
  Started a label, the album is comin' 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
  Speakin' 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 feelin's 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 callin' me "Papi"
  I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
  I'm trying 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: KidCali]
  Versace,Versace Medusa Head On Like Im 'Luminati
  Im gettin all of these fans now gettin props now im movin to fast
  Up to the top ,these girls that admire me and
  Felons who followed me
  Bout to kill in this bitch
  All of my money is short like a nominee but, you bet I get
  1000's ,nigga yeah fuckin stylin and im Countin my money better know I got profit and
  I makin yo outfits
  Call it "Cali" who's on it
  Bout to make my Hood know it
  Im Cali Bitch Know it
  Versace drake's on it, Migos Amigos im Promo
  God Knows it Versace, Versace, Im in it im stallion my Counrty You niggas ain't nothing im reppin my county like Ace Hood's Boward County that shit you don't know and weed you don't blow Haa ima rich as fella nigga Im on top better know im that Killer blaah make these hoes my strippers Rich Gang money better know I im young money (racks) cuz we the best what we do, all of my niggas are cocky than you now doin that shit I said I would do cheecks what you doin my nigga,vibe way to vibin don't you kill it nigga
  Like stuzzy & drew all in my flight bout to get in it too Versace, I wear it do that "Cali" Ware it like young money brought it all in my chains is medusa on me rappin this bitch like its julissa on this (what,is it that free jail card)
  [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
  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?) [Verse 4: 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 should of 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, 15 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, and Anubis is polished
  I don't got to, 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 Auggh!! [Verse 5: Quavo]
  Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
  She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
  Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
  Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble
  [Verse 6: Takeoff]
  You can do Truey, I do it Versace
  You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
  You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
  I set the trend, you niggas copy
  Cookin' this dope like I work at Hibachi
  Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
  Come in my room, my sheet Versace
  Go to sleep, I dream Versace
  Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
  These niggas they wishin' they knew you
  They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louis
  My blunts is fat as Rasputia
  In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger
  I’m beating the pot, call me Michael
  Lot of you niggas that copy
  Look at my closet Versace, Versace
  [Verse 7: Offset]
  King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
  My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi
  I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copy
  You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
  Money my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
  My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite
  Young Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
  Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons
  Codeine sippin, Versace I’m gripping them bands in my pocket
  You know that I’m living
  I’m draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh
  Rockin' handcuffs, that’s Ferragamo
  Bricks by the boat, overload
  I think I’m the don, but no Rocco
  This the life that I chose
  Bought out the store, can’t go back no more
  Versace my clothes while I’m selling them bows
  Versace take over it took out my soul