Yeah
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this %#@!, you know

I was popping that Cristal
when all y'all ^!$$%z thought it was beer and %#@!, you know
Wearing that platinum %#@!

when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and %#@!
I got to be the pioneer of this %#@!
Bottom line

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


[Verse One:]

I spit that other %#@!

That's the nice mother$#&@er %#@!
Fed time follow me around, deep cover %#@! ^!$$%
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 ^!$$%s got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, $#&@ed 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 %#@!, you need it I got it %#@!

That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It %#@!
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

[Chorus: (4x)]


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 $#&@ is the hummer at?

Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the $#&@ you done to that?
Y'all rapping-ass ^!$$%s, 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

[Chorus]


[Verse Three:]


Groupies I leave them all $#&@ed
^!$$%s - all struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks

Last year, when ^!$$%s thought it was all up
But this year I've done it again, jigga!
What the $#&@

^!$$% stop whining, jigga, still shining
^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s theories
It's funny how one verse can $#&@ 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]