Chubby Jag - Versace текст песни

Chubby, chubby, Versace, Versace,
I'm killing this game, all these bitches is on me!
Don't got new friends, only fuck with my niggas, cause niggas is phony
I made my own job, and I got more, my niggas is thinking is Tony
I'm running you lames while I'm running the game, niggas think it's a cony
I'm taking the game and do them bitches,
It's willing, I'm selling them to many bitches
It's pimping, you want it, I got it, young niggas
It's dealing 24/7 young niggas!
It's killing, don't give a fuck how you niggas is feeling
Don't got no worries, no niggas, just chilling
She giving me time like I'm missing the ceiling
Probably cause my whip is missing the ceiling, missing the ceiling
Versace, Versace, Versace
Don't … in the Nike!
Yep, you go to the club and you come with your girl… snatch your wify
Uh, you're talking to her, and she talking about me, so you niggas don't like me
Yeah, my … is dumb,
I'm surrounded about guns, so don't think you can fight me!
Just keeping it real how you niggas is fighting
You come where I'm from and you niggas is nothing
Funny how niggas turn out into something
Put work on the… now my niggas is pumping
Problems with Chubby my niggas is coming
Problems with Chubby my niggas is dumping
Ship is around, money falling like nothing
I don't got a Grammy, I'm still balling like Duncan
Balling like Duncan is coming, is coming
Your money is coming, home, we're stacking plenty!
Yeah, we're eating, we're eating, we're eating
So much now and we're acting skinny.
Uh, I'm done and you're done and my gun … cause we're packing…
Yep, my team may be killing
And now niggas balling like we're shaking pennies
Chubby, chubby, Versace, Versace,
You niggas just wear, I got shit on me, shit on me!
No! Versace in my hood, they get your ass killed, be part of history
Yeah! I really be thinking, that shit is fake, I don't know, it's a mystery!
Uh, these people be telling me, I'm getting dough, man,
You sound like a snitch to me!
Yeah, I don't try to holler, had no type of chick home, unless she… to me
Yeah, my stomach is so bloated, I'm cooking so much
Homie, that shit look sick to me!
Yeah, my new bitch be shopping
She staying in the parking home, she act like… to me
How come that she fuck me, how come that she suck me, she felt like victory!
No one better than me and I'm not gonna leave, I'm gonna stay with the town!
This rap shit don't work, I just go back to pushing the way in the pounds, yeah!
Yeah, I swear that we're booming, I swear that we're booming, just wait for the sound
Yeah, this patience is key, so this shit homie, I'm just gonna wait for the crowd!
Stop! Versace should pay me for this, homie!