conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Versace (Remix) with the following description: After this Zaytoven-produced beat was originally taken by Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em for "OMG Pt. 2" and then to Plies for "Bitch a Hoe", it landed on Migos’ Y.R.N (Young Rich Niggas) mixtape in the form of "Versace." When the song blew up and came to the attention of Drake, he rapped a verse to create this remix and made the song even more famous. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake & 
  Quavo
  ]
  (Zaytoven)
  Yeah
  Oh shit, man, who that is?
  Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time
  That's Migos and Drake at the Versace store
  [Verse 1: Drake, 
  Quavo
   & 
  Takeoff
  ]
  Versace, Versace
  Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati 
  (Versace!)
  This is a gated community
  Please get the fuck off the property 
  (gate!)
  Rap must be changin'
  'Cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me 
  (woo!)
  Niggas be wantin' a verse for a verse
  But man, that's not a swap to me 
  (nah!)
  Drownin' in compliments
  Pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis 
  (Metropolis?)
  I think I'm sellin' a million first week
  Man, I guess I'm a optimist 
  (milli!)
  Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us 
  (go!)
  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 
  (woo!)
  I been so quiet, I got the world like
  "What the fuck is he plannin'?" 
  (What?)
  Just make sure that you got a back up plan
  'Cause that shit might come in handy 
  (go, go!)
  Started a label,
   
  the album is comin' September
  Just wait on it 
  (just wait on it!)
  This year I'm eatin' your food
  And my table got so many plates on it 
  (so many!)
   
  (damn!)
  Hundred-inch TV at my house
  I sit back like "Damn, I look great on it!" 
  (damn, I look good!)
  I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga
  Don't ask for my take on it 
  (don't ask for my opinion!)
  Speakin' in lingo, man, this for my nigga
  That trap out the bando 
  (bando, bando!)
  This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano 
  (brr, brr, brr!)
  Fuck all your feelin' 'cause business is business
  It's strictly financial 
  (business is business!)
  I'm always the first one to get it, man
  That's how you lead by example 
  (I got it!)
  Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace 
  (Versace!)
  Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me Papi 
  (woo, woo)
  I'm all on the low
  Take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi 
  (flash!)
  I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me 
  (smash!) [Chorus: Quavo]
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  [Verse 2: Quavo]
  Versace, Versace
  Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati
  I know that you like it
  Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
  Versace, Versace
  I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi
  My plug, he John Gotti
  He give me the ducks, I know that they're mighty
  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 never been in the jungle
  Try to take my sack
  Better run with it, nigga, don't fumble
  [Chorus: Quavo]
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace [Verse 3: 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, it blow hot like some Taki
  Come in my room, my sheet Versace
  When I go to sleep I dream Versace
  Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
  These niggas, they wishin' they knew you
  They coppin' the Truey, remixin' the Louis
  My blunts is fat as Rasputia
  In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger
  I'm beatin' the pot, call me Michael
  Lot of you niggas that copy
  Look at my closet, Versace, Versace
  [Chorus: Quavo]
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  [Verse 4: 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 pissin', 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 grippin'
  Them bands in my pocket, you know that I’m livin'
  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 sellin' them bows
  Versace take over, it took out my soul [Chorus: Quavo]
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
  Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace