G.T. - Imagine lyrics

Imagine imagine me hoppin' out
That motherfuckin' Maybach imagine, imagine
Imagine me, imagine (Sledgren)
Imagine if I had ten M's
Imagine it, imagine it imagine it
Man, imagine this shit, yeah

Imagine if I had twenty million
Imagine if I own a hundred cars
Twenty buildings imagine if I went to Africa
And feed the children
Imagine havin' blue hundreds stacked
To the ceiling white foreigns back-to back
They think the Pope comin'
Hop out fresh as hell like I'm
On my way to homecoming
Keep it real, lil' nigga
You don't know nothin'
We ain't have no furniture in the spot
But the stove was runnin'
This my life, I can't make this up
Thumb through a quarter million, nigga
I got paper cuts this shit on the floor
But the only way to go is up
Hit the club, throw fifty racks
Make the owners come
Look at my chain, this shit goin' nuts
My watch plain
But it cost the same as yours and it's bust
Niggas better be humble, fuck bein' blunt
'Cause you'll be the next shit we
Rollin' up in a blunt imagine me, imagine
Imagine me hoppin' out
That motherfuckin' Lam'
Imagine me, imagine me
Imagine me makin' off of rap, fuck grams

Imagine me, imagine imagine me hoppin' out
That motherfuckin' Maybach
Imagine me, imagine imagine me, imagine