Yeah
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping that Cristal
when all yīall niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know
Wearing that platinum shit
when all yīall chicks thought it was silver and shit
I got to be the pioneer of this shit
Bottom line
Iīm going to show you how to do it
Check it
[Verse One:]
I spit that other shit
Thatīs the nice motherfucker shit
Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
You beer money, Iīm all year money
Iīm popping, you ainīt got to count it, itīs all there money
I never change money īcause 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 weīll 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 donīt 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 ainīt rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Yīall rapping-ass niggas, yīall funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you make itīs like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
But I done did it
And yīall want to take my flow, and run with it
Thatīs 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 donīt want yīall to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ainīt got nothing to lose
[Chorus]
[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 Iīve done it again, jigga!
What the fuck
Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ainīt nothing sweet
I still throw tīree in your body, fleeing the party
Yīall canīt 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
Itīs funny how one verse can fuck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ainīt no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Ainīt no manicures on board, then switch your plane
[Chorus]
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