Jay-Z Imaginary Player Lyrics
Artist - Jay-Z
Album - Vol. 1 - In My Lifetime
Chorus
I rip it down, like i ain't got nothing to lose
Sit it down, i don't want y'all to get it confused
Still busting a gat when shit gets criticaaal
Originaaal, jiggas the future flow digitaaal
That's cool, i was the first one with it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
But i done did it
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me
Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Where all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Damn playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at?
When i see them in the street, i don't see none of that
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
And now you got these young cats acting like they slung gats
Verse two:
Imaginary players
Chorus: (4x)
You crazy, you fugazzi, and loco with dough papo
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
You got show dough, little to no dough
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That down south master p, bout it bout it shit
I spit the hottest shit, you need it i got it shit
You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money
I got bail money, xxl money
Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money
You beer money, i'm all year money
Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
That's the nice motherfucker shit
I spit that other shit
Verse one:
Check it
I'm going to show you how to do it
Bottom line
I got to be the pioneer of this shit
When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit
Wearing that platinum shit
When all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know
I was popping that cristal
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I mean like
Yeah
Verse three:
Groupies i leave them all fucked
Niggas - awe 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 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 fuck 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