imaginary player lyrics – jay-z

imaginary player

yeah
i mean like
i gotta be like the pioneer to this sh*t, you know
i was popping that cristal
when all y´all n*gg*z thought it was beer and sh*t, you know
wearing that platinum sh*t
when all y´all chicks thought it was silver and sh*t
i got to be the pioneer of this sh*t
bottom line
i´m going to show you how to do it
check it

[verse one:]

i spit that other sh*t
that´s the nice motherf*cker sh*t
fed time follow me around, deep cover sh*t n*gg*
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*gg*s got strange money
knocked up, marked up, f*cked 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 sh*t, you need it i got it sh*t
that down south master p, bout it bout it sh*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*ck is the hummer at?
where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
those ain´t rolex diamonds, what the f*ck you done to that?
y´all rapping-*ss n*gg*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*cked
n*gg*s – all struck
your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
last year, when n*gg*s thought it was all up
but this year i´ve done it again, jigga!
what the f*ck
n*gg* stop whining, jigga, still shining
n*gg*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*gg*s theories
it´s funny how one verse can f*ck 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

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/ jay z lyrics