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      I spit that other shit, that's the nice motherfucker shit   Fed time follow me around, deep 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      Imaginary players   Imaginary players   Imaginary players   Imaginary players      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 'em 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   You're 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      Imaginary players   Imaginary players   Imaginary players   Imaginary players      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 still throw tree 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 frame   Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane      Imaginary players   Imaginary players   Imaginary players   Imaginary players