Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imaginary Players, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 10.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Imaginary Players |
| Yeah |
| I mean like |
| I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know |
| I was popping that Cristal |
| when all y’all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know |
| Wearing that platinum shit |
| when all y’all chicks thought it was silver and shit |
| I got to be the pioneer of this shit |
| Bottom line |
| I’m going to show you how to do it |
| Check it Verse One: |
| I spit that other shit |
| That’s the nice motherfucker shit |
| Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga |
| 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, fucked 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 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 more dough |
| You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo |
| 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 fuck is the hummer at? |
| Where is 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 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 |
| Verse Three: |
| Groupies I leave them all fucked |
| 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 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 |