Discover the poetic beauty in ‘High Top Versace’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
(ATL Jacob)
Proud of you
Gang, gang
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got Popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (what?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (startin’ to double up)
F*ck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (double up, double up)
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds, got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, yeah, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got Popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (bankroll)
F*ck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Ken, Ryu
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got Popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (what?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (startin’ to double up)
F*ck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (double up, double up)