Imaginary Player 2018

So, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
I’ll get you hip, givin' hoes life-scripts, I got the manual
Your bitch a canibal, she hit me up without the camera crew
I’m all about checks and the sex, I gets the annual
My flow will damage you, pimpin' abundant, I command a few
Came to get raunchy, 'cause I’m dressed in Givenchy
Hit your hoe with some Fendi, you can never offend me
Don’t tempt, 'cause I’m simply layin' hoe’s lives empty
Invincible emcee, bitches, mackin' just in me
I came to collect, the connect, I gets the money
Most of it’s from my sermon, the rest is from your honey
Bitch, I’m live and direct, I project, ain’t nun' funny
Wrap it up like a turban, break it down for the dummies
Believe, I don’t stunt, I regulate in the front
Lay the ism on wax, I bet that shit gon' bump
Tell your hoe to relax, I know your man’s in the slum
I keep my paper in intact, they know my strip gon' pump
So, Rollies up, G
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so- so, I could hold da Rollie up
Well, it’s the infamous, prediculous, mackin' significant
Intricate plot to get knocks, clockin' my dividends
I bust fresh raps to get my respect
Type of classy with jewels, got 30-karats on deck
The mic I’m rippin', kick shit for bitches, martini sippin'
Smell the sauce, some Sergio and tacchini flippin'
Flossin' the ambiance, yall niggas just rhyme
Geechi that by the Don, around my arm be a diamond
In my prime, I can’t miss, pimpin' hoes like this
This your walk-a-thon, baby, make them butt cheeks switch
Tell a trick to, «Get back, ‘less your spendin' some racks»
‘cause it’s the end of the fiscal, hoe, I need to relax
And hold my Rollie up, bitch
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so, I could hold the Rollie up
So, I could hold the Rollie up
So- so- so- so, I could hold da Rollie up
She lift up my shirt, she see a Live Forever tee. I’m like, «Bitch,
I’m a bidness,» you dig what I’m sayin'? Fresh Air Max sneakers on.
You in the club, prolly poppin' bottles and shit; Stuntin' ‘em in that
motherfucka' with a Henny and Coke. Your bitch hop on my dick right then and
there. Whole time, you pulled up in a Camry tonight, ha. These imaginary niggas,
man