Jay-zImaginary Player

Yeah I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this s**t, you know I was popping that Cristal When all y'all ni***z thought it was beer and s**t, you know Wearing that platinum s**t When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and s**t I got to be the pioneer of this s**t Bottom line I'm going to show you how to do it Check it [Verse One:] I spit that other s**t That's the nice m**********are s**t Fed time follow me around, deep cover s**t n***a 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 n****s got strange money Knocked up, marked up, f****d 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 s**t, you need it I got it s**t That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It s**t 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 f**k is the hummer at? Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the f**k you done to that? Y'all rapping-a** n****s, 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 [Chorus:] [Verse Three:] Groupies I leave them all f****d N****s - all struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks Last year, when n****s thought it was all up But this year I've done it again, jigga! What the f**k n***a stop whining, jigga, still shining n****s 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 n****s theories It's funny how one verse can f**k 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 [Chorus:]
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