Imaginary Players (Sound Track Version|Explicit) - Jay-Z

Yeah I mean like

I gotta be like the pioneer to this sh*t you know

I was popping that Cristal

When all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and sh*t you know

Wearing that platinum sh*t

When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and sh*t

I got to be the pioneer of this sh*t

Bottom line

I'm going to show you how to do it check it

I spit that other sh*t that's the nice motherf**ker sh*t

Fed time follow me around deep cover sh*t ni**a

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 sh*t you need it I got it sh*t

That down South Master P 'bout It 'bout it sh*t

I got blood money straight up thug money

That brown paper bag under your mattress ** 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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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 'em 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-a** niggas y'all funny to me

You're 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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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

Ni**a stop whining Jigga still shining

Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds

Rock more Versace ain't nothing sweet

I still throw tree 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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