Jay-z 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 sh*t 

That's the nice motherf**ker shit

Fed time follow me around, deep cover sh*t 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, f**ked 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



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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-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



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[Verse Three:]



Groupies I leave them all f**ked 

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 f**k

Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining

Niggas 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 niggas 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



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