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Imaginary Player

By JAY-Z

1997

3:57

Official Music Video

Imaginary Player by JAY-Z

Official Music Video

Imaginary Player by JAY-Z

Lyrics & Translation

English

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

(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

Yo, I spit that other shit

That's a nice motherfucker 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 more dough

You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough papo

Imaginary playmates

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung caps

All in their dumb raps, talking about how their 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 selling 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 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 shit 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

(Y'all get it now?)

Imaginary playmates

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 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 frames

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! Ha ha

Yo, them shits even got leathers?

English

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

(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

Yo, I spit that other shit

That's a nice motherfucker 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 more dough

You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough papo

Imaginary playmates

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung caps

All in their dumb raps, talking about how their 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 selling 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 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 shit 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

(Y'all get it now?)

Imaginary playmates

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 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 frames

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! Ha ha

Yo, them shits even got leathers?

Spanish

Translated by LyricVerse Team

Sí, quiero decir como

Tengo que ser como el pionero de esta mierda, sabes

Estaba bebiendo ese Cristal

Cuando todos ustedes, cabrones, pensaban que era cerveza y mierda, sabes

Usando esa mierda de platino

Cuando todas ustedes, chicas, pensaban que era plata y mierda

(Compañeros de juego imaginarios)

Tengo, tengo que ser el pionero de esta mierda, hombre

En resumen (Compañeros de juego imaginarios)

Te voy a mostrar cómo hacerlo, mira

Yo, escupo esa otra mierda

Esa es una mierda de puta madre

Esa mierda de tiempo federal me sigue, mierda de Deep Cover, negro

Tú dinero de cerveza, yo dinero de todo el año

Soy dinero de "Papi, no tienes que contarlo, está todo ahí"

Nunca cambio dinero porque los negros tienen dinero extraño

Dinero de narcos, marcado, jodido en el juego

Tengo dinero para fianza, dinero doble-XL

Tienes brillo ahora, pero el tiempo revelará el dinero

Escupo la mierda más caliente, si la necesitas la tengo

Esa mierda del sur, Master P, Bout It Bout It

Tengo dinero de sangre, dinero de matón puro

Ese dinero de drogas de la bolsa de papel marrón debajo de tu colchón

Tienes dinero de espectáculo, poco o nada de dinero

Vendes un montón de discos y todavía debes dinero

Tengo 900 y 96 más 4 más de dinero

Estás loco, eres falso, estoy loco con el dinero, papo

Compañeros de juego imaginarios

Y ahora tienes a estos jóvenes actuando como si hubieran disparado

Todo en sus raps tontos, hablando de cómo se acumulan sus fondos

Cuando los veo en la calle, no veo nada de eso

Maldita sea, playboy, ¿dónde carajo está el Hummer?

¿Dónde está todo el hielo con todo el platino debajo?

Esos no son diamantes Rolex, ¿qué carajo le hiciste a eso?

Ustedes, negros raperos, me dan risa

Estás vendiendo discos siendo tú, pero aún así quieres ser yo

Supongo que por cada dólar que ganas es como cien para mí

Y aún así andas por ahí pensando que tienes algo contra mí

Pero yo ya lo hice

Y ustedes quieren tomar mi flow, y correr con él

Está bien, yo fui el primero con él

Original, Jigga es el futuro, flow digital

Todavía disparando un arma cuando la cosa se pone crítica

Siéntense, no quiero que se confundan

Lo desgarro, como si no tuviera nada que perder

(¿Lo entienden ahora?)

Compañeros de juego imaginarios

Groupies las dejo a todas jodidas; negros, asombrados

Tu sencillo costaba 99 centavos, el mío 4 dólares

El año pasado, cuando los negros pensaron que todo había terminado

¡Pero este año lo he vuelto a hacer, Jigga! ¿Qué carajo?

Negro deja de quejarte, Jigga, sigue brillando

Los negros seguían quejándose así que compré más diamantes

Visto más Versace, no hay nada dulce

Todavía te meto tres en el cuerpo, huyendo de la fiesta

Ustedes no pueden ir conmigo, no, fluyan conmigo

Apuesta 50, ni siquiera dólares, traje algo de dinero conmigo

Fluyo como la Serie 5, en varias áreas

Y hago agujeros en las teorías de sus negros débiles

Es gracioso cómo un verso puede joder el juego

Compraste un 4.0, mejor consigue tu cambio

No hay platino en esos Cartiers, cambia tus monturas

No hay manicuras a bordo, entonces cambia tu avión

Compañeros de juego imaginarios

Quiero decir, sé sincero, hombre: ¿cómo crees que te vas a sentir, verdad?

Llegas en tu 4.0 con tu perra

Yo llego en el 4.6 con mi perra con el asiento reclinado

Poniendo otra mierda, sabes, otra mierda

Probablemente te subirás a mi polla ahí mismo, justo delante de tu perra

Preguntarme alguna mierda estúpida como

"Yo, yo, perro, ¿cuál es la diferencia entre un 4.0 y un 4.6?"

Como 30 a 40 mil, cabrón, ¡lárgate! Ja ja

Yo, ¿esas mierdas incluso tienen cuero?

Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.

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Spanish translation of Imaginary Player by JAY-Z