Jay Imaginary Player Lyrics

Imaginary Player Lyrics

Yeah 

 I mean like 

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

 I was popping that Cristal 

 when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know 

 Wearing that platinum shit 

 when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit 

 I got to be the pioneer of this shit 

 Bottom line 

 I'm going to show you how to do it 

 Check it 

  

 Verse One: 

  

 I spit that other shit  

 That's the nice motherfucker shit 

 Fed time follow me around, deed 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 

 Knocked up, marked up, fucked 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 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 fun stacks 

 When I see them in the street, I don't 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 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 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 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 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'll still throw tree in your body, flea in the party 

 Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me 

 Bad bitches, idolicy, I boss them though with me 

 I flow like the 5 series, inverious earious 

 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 cardiarres, switch your frame 

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

  

 Chorus