MicJeezy - Versace (Short Version) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Versace, Versace
Its fightrs, real suckas 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 suckas we kicking' these idiots, go body for body (fight!)
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 suckas on suck
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 suckas make regular moves
With ya regular and ya regular crew
And you sucka still smokin on regular too? Like word?!
What a shame, my sucka
Louboutin blood like Game, my sucka
Get left tryna aim, my sucka
Like Saddam Hussein, my sucka
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
100 bands in my jeans
I'm gone!