Jay-Z "Imaginary Player" From the album: In My Lifetime Vol. 1 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 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 N.A.R.C.'ed 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 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo Yea, I mean, these imaginary niggas man Run up on you in the street and stick you Roc-a-fella pounds Big ryders Like niggas knew you before rap or somthing Shit you ain't got nothing to do with rap You don't see my face I'm uncomfortable dog I don't know you And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats All in they dumb raps, talking about how they funds stack When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at? Where's 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 Ya knaw, what I mean, same shit different day These cats sayin, I see these dudes in the street The act like I owe them something Like they gave me Roc-a-fella start up money Right, right, feel me? Groupies I leave them all fucked Niggas, all struck Your single was 99 cents, mine's 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 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 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 Yea, I mean be truthful How you think your gonna feel right You pull up in your 4.0 with your bitch I pull up in a 4.6 with my bitch, the seatbacks pumpin some other shit You know some other shit You'd probably hop up on my dick right there 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! Does that shit's even got leathers?