Imaginary Players

Yeah, I mean like

I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know

I was poppin' that Cristal

When all y'all **** thought it was beer and shit, you know

Wearin' that platinum shit when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit (Imaginary playmates)

I got to be the pioneer to this shit, man

Bottom line (Imaginary playmates)

I'ma show you how to do it, check

Yo, I spit that other shit, that's a nice motherfucker shit

That Fed time follow me around, Deep Cover shit, ****

You beer money, I'm all year money

I'm "Papi, you ain't got to count it, it's all there" money

I never change money 'cause **** 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, but time will 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 mo' dough

You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough, papo

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And now you got these young cats actin' like they slung caps

All in they dumb raps, talkin' 'bout 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's all the ice with all the platinum under that?

Those ain't Rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?

Y'all rappin'-ass ****, y'all funny to me

You're sellin' 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 runnin' around thinkin' 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

Origin-al, Jigga's the future, flow digit-al

Still busting a gat when shit gets criti-cal

Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused

I rip it down, like I ain't got nothin' to lose (Y'all get it now?)

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Groupies I leave 'em all fucked, ****, awe struck

Your single was 99 cents? Mines was 4 bucks

Last year, when **** thought it was all up

But this year I've done it again, Jigga! What the fuck?

**** stop whinin', Jigga, still shinin'

**** kept complainin' 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 **** 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 frames

Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane

(Imaginary playmates) I mean, like, be truthful, man: how you think you gon' feel, right?

(Imaginary playmates) Pull up in your 4.0 with your bitch

I pull up in the 4.6 with my bitch with the seat back (Imaginary playmates)

Bumping some other shit, you know, some other shit (Imaginary playmates)

You'll probably hop on my dick right there, right in front of your bitch

Ask me some stupid shit like

"Yo, yo dog, what's the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?"

Like 30 to 40 grand, cocksucker, beat it! Haha

Yo, them shits even got leathers?