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Lyric Imaginary Player

I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping that Cristal
when all y all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know
Wearing that platinum shit
when all y all chicks thought it was silver and shit
I got to be the pioneer of this shit
Bottom line
I m going to show you how to do it
Check it

[Verse One:]

I spit that other shit
That s the nice motherfucker shit
Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
You beer money, I m all year money
I m popping, you ain t got to count it, it s all there money
I never change money cause niggas got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, one time we ll reveal money
I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit
That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo

[Chorus: (4x)]

Imaginary Players

[Verse Two:]

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I don t see none of that
Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain t rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Y all rapping-ass niggas, y all funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you make it s like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
But I done did it
And y all want to take my flow, and run with it
That s cool, I was the first one with it
Original, jiggas the future flow digital
Still busting a gat when she gets critical
Sit it down, I don t want y all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain t got nothing to lose


[Verse Three:]

Groupies I leave them all fucked
Niggas - all struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when niggas thought it was all up
But this year I ve done it again, jigga!
What the fuck
Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain t nothing sweet
I still throw t ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y all can t go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
And blow holes in your weak niggas theories
It s funny how one verse can fuck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain t no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Ain t no manicures on board, then switch your plane