Imaginary Player - Jay-Z

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, deed 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 

Chorus: (4x) 

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 fun stacks 
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 

Chorus 

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'll still throw tree in your body, flea in the party 
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me 
Bad bitches, idolicy, I boss them though with me 
I flow like the 5 series, inverious earious 
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 cardiarres, switch your frame 
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane 

Chorus