Yeah
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I mean like
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I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
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I was popping that Cristal
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when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know
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Wearing that platinum shit
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when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit
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I got to be the pioneer of this shit
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Bottom line
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I'm going to show you how to do it
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Check it
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[Verse One:]
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I spit that other shit
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That's the nice motherfucker shit
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Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
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You beer money, I'm all year money
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I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money
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I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
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Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
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I got bail money, XXL money
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You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money
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I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit
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That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit
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I got blood money, straight up thug money
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That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
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You got show dough, little to no dough
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Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
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I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
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You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo
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[Chorus: (4x)]
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Imaginary Players
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[Verse Two:]
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And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
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All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
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When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that
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Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at?
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Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
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Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
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Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me
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Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
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I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
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And still you running around thinking you got something on me
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But I done did it
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And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
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That's cool, I was the first one with it
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Original, jiggas the future flow digital
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Still busting a gat when she gets critical
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Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused
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I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three:]
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Groupies I leave them all fucked
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Niggas - all struck
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Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
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Last year, when niggas thought it was all up
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But this year I've done it again, jigga!
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What the fuck
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Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining
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Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
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Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet
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I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
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Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
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Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
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I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
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And blow holes in your weak niggas theories
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It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game
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You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
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Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
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Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane
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[Chorus]
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Imaginary Player
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| Jay-Z |
