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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 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, 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 [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 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 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 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 [Chorus]

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