Gage - Versace Robes

My cup runneth over you can say we winning
Licence to kill any beat heard gladys knight singing
Versace robes bagging work off the stove
Money never sleeps fiends keep me on my toe
Do it for the money or do it for the thrill
Pick you off silencers for the smooth kill
Endless summer is a mood still
Turning dope to riches thats an acquired skilled
Smell of marijuana mixed with irish tweed
Angles on my side and back its hard to get to me
Im Jordans last shot thats a victory
You byron russells slip and fall trynna guard me
You see

When im giving my girl hell
My sorry says baby apologies in chanel
Hennessy cognac russian cream woods
Drink it up smoke it down does a body good
Bed empty bank account full
Liked in every city ion have to show my pull
Chanel ski mask im on bended knee
Any dope beat playing is a target to me
Lord of the fly im as high as can be
Defy limitation turn out like icarus see
Expose fake is just spilling the tea
While your main girl giving lip service to me
You see

Versace robes is your ticket stub
Hermes boat shoes attire to the yacht club
The dope fire thats a quick flip
Profit flown out to vegas getting big chips
If you get caught you never take the stand
These are unspoken rules of a made man
Road to the riches was filled with all grams
Bag em right and you can be fly like peter pan
Fiends doing lines call em ski slopes
I run the globe im everywhere in my versace robe
Fiends doing lines call em ski slopes
I run the globe im everywhere in my versace robe
Ohh

Written by:
Galvin Newman

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