JAY-Z - Imaginary Players (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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JAY-Z - Imaginary Players (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
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
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, XXL 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
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're 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?)
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 4.0 you better
get your change
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers?
Switch your frames
Ain't no manicurist on board?
Then switch your plane
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