Joe Quinde - Imaginary Player lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this sh**, you know I was popping that Cristal When all y'all n***as thought it was beer and sh**, you know Wearing that platinum sh** When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and sh** I got to be the pioneer of this sh** Bottom line I'm going to show you how to do it Check it [Verse 1] I spit that other sh** That's a nice motherf**er sh** Fed time follow me around, deep cover sh** n***a 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 n***as got strange money NARC'd up, marked up, f**ed up in the game money I got bail money, XXL money You got flash now, but time will reveal money I spit the hottest sh**, you need it I got it sh** That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It sh** 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 fugazi I'm loco with dough papo [Hook: (4x)] Imaginary Players [Verse 2] 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 Damn playboy, where the f** is the hummer at? Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the f** you done to that? Y'all rapping-a** n***as, 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 sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 manicurist on board, then switch your plane [Hook] [Outro] I mean, like, be truthful, man: how you think you gon' feel, right? You pull up in your 4.0 with your b**h I pull up in the 4.6 with my b**h. with the seat back Bumping some other sh**. You know, some OTHER sh** You'll probably hop on my dick right there, right in front of your b**h Ask me some stupid sh** like "Yo, yo dog, what's the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?" Like 30 to 40 grand, co*ks**er. Beat it! Do them sh**s even got leathers?