Jay-z - Imaginary Player lyrics

Chorus I rip it down, like i ain't got nothing to lose Sit it down, i don't want y'all to get it confused Still busting a gat when sh** gets criticaaal Originaaal, jiggas the future flow digitaaal That's cool, i was the first one with it And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it But i done did it And still you running around thinking you got something on me I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me Selling records, being you but still you want to be me Y'all rapping-a** n***as, y'all funny to me Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the f** you done to that? Where all the ice with all the platinum under that? Damn playboy, where the f** is the hummer at? When i see them in the street, i don't see none of that All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack And now you got these young cats acting like they slung gats Verse two: Imaginary players Chorus: (4x) You crazy, you fugazzi, and loco with dough papo I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough You got show dough, little to no dough That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money I got blood money, straight up thug money That down south master p, bout it bout it sh** I spit the hottest sh**, you need it i got it sh** You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money I got bail money, xxl money Knocked up, marked up, f**ed up in the game money I never change money 'cause n***as got strange money I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money You beer money, i'm all year money Fed time follow me around, deep cover sh** n***a That's the nice motherf**er sh** I spit that other sh** Verse one: Check it I'm going to show you how to do it Bottom line I got to be the pioneer of this sh** When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and sh** Wearing that platinum sh** When all y'all n***az thought it was beer and sh**, you know I was popping that cristal I gotta be like the pioneer to this sh**, you know I mean like Yeah Verse three: Groupies i leave them all f**ed n***as - awe struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks Last year, when n***as thought it was all up But this year i've done it again, jigga! What the f** n***a stop whining, jigga, still shining n***as 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 n***as theories It's funny how one verse can f** 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