JAY-Z - 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 niggas thought it
Was beer and shit, you know
Wearing that platinum shit
When all y'all chicks thought it
Was silver and shit (Imaginary playmates)
I got, I got to be the pioneer to this shit
Man bottom line (Imaginary playmates)
I'ma show you how to do it, check it

Yo, I spit that other shit
That's a nice motherfucker shit
That Fed time follow me
Around, Deep Cover shit, nigga
You beer money, I'm all year money
I'm "Papi, you ain't got to count it
It's all there" money
I never change money 'cause
Niggas got strange money


NARC'd up, marked up
Fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, double-XL money
You got flash now, but time will 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 mo' dough
You crazy, you fugazi
I'm loco with dough papo

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And now you got these young cats
Acting like they slung caps
All in they dumb raps
Talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street
I don't see none of that damn playboy
Where the fuck is the Hummer at?
Where's 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
You're selling records being you
But still you wanna 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
Origin-al, Jigga's the future, flow digit-al
Still busting a gat when shit gets criti-cal
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
(Y'all get it now?)

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Groupies I leave 'em 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 40 you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers
Switch your frames
Ain't no manicures on board
Then switch your plane

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I mean, like, be truthful, man: how
You think you gon' feel, right?
You pull up in your 40 with your bitch
I pull up in the 46 with
My bitch with the seat back
Bumping some other shit, you know
Some OTHER shit
You'll probably hop on my dick right there
Right in front of your bitch
Ask me some stupid shit like "Yo, yo dog
What’s the difference between a 40 and a 46?"
Like 30 to 40 grand, cocksucker
Beat it! Haha
Yo, them shit's even got leathers?