[Intro:]
Yeah, I mean like,
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know.
I was poppin' that Cristal
When all y'all niggas thought it was beer and shit, you know,
Wearin' that platinum shit when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit.
(Imaginary playmates)
I got, I got to be the pioneer to this shit, man,
Bottom line. (Imaginary playmates)
I'ma show you how to do it, check it.
[Verse 1:]
Yo, I spit that other shit,
That's a nice mothafucka shit,
That Fed time follow me around, Deep Cover shit, nigga,
You beer money, I'm all year money,
I'm "Papi, you ain't got to 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, double-XL 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 mo' dough,
You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough papo.
[Chorus: René & Angela]
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates.
[Verse 2:]
And now you got these young cats actin' like they slung caps,
All in they dumb raps talkin' 'bout 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'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,
You're sellin' records being you, but still you wanna be me,
I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me,
And still you runnin' around thinkin' 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.
Origin-al, Jigga's the future, flow digit-al,
Still bustin' a gat when shit gets criti-cal,
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.
Y'all get it now?
[Chorus: René & Angela]
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates.
[Verse 3:]
Groupies, I leave 'em all fucked, niggas, awe 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 whinin', Jigga still shinin',
Niggas kept complainin' so I copped more diamonds,
Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet,
I still throw three in your body fleein' 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 frames,
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane.
[Chorus: René & Angela]
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates,
Imaginary playmates.
[Outro:]
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 bumpin' 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, dawg, what's the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?"
Like 30 to 40 grand, cocksucker, beat it! Ha ha!
Yo, them shits even got leathers?
