Imaginary Player

Yeah, I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know I-I-I was popping that Cristal when all y'all niggas thought it was beer and shit, you know Wearing that platinum shit when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit I-I-I got to be the pioneer of this shit, bottom line I'ma show you how to do it, check it Yo, 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 NARC'd up, marked up, fucked up in the game money I got bail money, double-XL 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 996 plus 4 more dough You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough papo Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats All in they dumb raps, talking about how they funds stack When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that Damn 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 wanna 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 wanna take my flow, and run with it That's cool, I was the first one with it Original, Jigga's 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 Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates Groupies I leave them all fucked, niggas all struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was four 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 Cartier's, switch your frame Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates Imaginary playmates