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Yeah
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping that Cristal
When all y'all niggas thought it was beer and shit, you know
Wearing that platinum shit
When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit
I gotta really be the pioneer of this shit
Bottom line
I'ma show you how to do it, check
Yo, 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 gotta count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
NARC'd up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, but time will 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 nine hundred and ninety six plus four more dough
You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough papo
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
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 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, Jigga's 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 playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Groupies I leave 'em all fucked
Niggas, awe struck
Your single was ninety nine cents, mines was four bucks
Last year, when niggas thought it was all luck
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 three in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet fifty, 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 playmates
I mean, like, be truthful man, how you think you gon' feel, right?
You pull up in your 4.0 with your bitch
I pull up in the 4.6 with my bitch with the seat back
Bumping some other shit, you know, some other shit
You'll probably hop on my dick right there, right in front of your bitch
Ask me some stupid shit like
"Yo, yo dog, what's the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?"
Like 30 to 40 grand, cocksucker, beat it
Yo, them shits even got leathers?
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping that Cristal
When all y'all niggas thought it was beer and shit, you know
Wearing that platinum shit
When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit
I gotta really be the pioneer of this shit
Bottom line
I'ma show you how to do it, check
Yo, 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 gotta count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
NARC'd up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, but time will 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 nine hundred and ninety six plus four more dough
You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough papo
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
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 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, Jigga's 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 playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Imaginary playmates
Groupies I leave 'em all fucked
Niggas, awe struck
Your single was ninety nine cents, mines was four bucks
Last year, when niggas thought it was all luck
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 three in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet fifty, 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 playmates
I mean, like, be truthful man, how you think you gon' feel, right?
You pull up in your 4.0 with your bitch
I pull up in the 4.6 with my bitch with the seat back
Bumping some other shit, you know, some other shit
You'll probably hop on my dick right there, right in front of your bitch
Ask me some stupid shit like
"Yo, yo dog, what's the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?"
Like 30 to 40 grand, cocksucker, beat it
Yo, them shits even got leathers?
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i wouldnt be surprised if drake heard this and wrote "dreams money can buy"
they basc say the same shit