Imagine

Move from yah so wid dat
Fucking Jamaican rapper
Yuh nah get nuh gyal
And yah dead fi hungry
Hear dat
Dem wish
They treat me like a king now
Imagine if I had a bust down
Skating round town
In a drop top with the top back
How does that sound, young nigga
All Baped up from the lace up
They hate us
They hate us
My pockets on XL
Got these bitches, still waitin' to exhale
Birds in the back chirping like Nextels
With the paint job lookin' like wet nails
Patek Phillipe say that’s too much sauce
Copping shit for days and still don’t know the cost
Poppin' tags on brands that they cannot pronounce
Don’t call me up when I’m fucking your spouse
I still do shit like that now
Imagine if I had a pocket full of pounds
Young nigga with the tall stacks
Bussin' rubber bands off of tall racks
Suicide doors on the coupe flip
Suicide doors on the coupe flip
Suicide doors on the coupe flip
Suicide doors on the coupe flip
Got stars in my ceiling, got stars in my ceiling
Star I’m the villain, Star I’m the villain
Chillin' with yo bitch dawg
Cuz I’m rich dawg
Cuz I’m motherfuckin' rich dawg
Got these fuck niggas pissed off
Imagine the watch is Phillipe
And the pool it be flooded with hoes
VVS on my neck, on my wrist
They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
Imagine the watch is Phillipe
And the pool it be flooded with hoes
VVS on my neck, on my wrist
They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
(Hey yow yow hey)
When di dawg seh «bust down»
If oonu neva know
It mean one bag a diamond «everglow»
Gal a seh him a di man
It mek him head a grow
Just seh di word, wah between di leg a show
«Who dat nuh like wi?»
Wi still a mek chedda' though
And every weekend wi fucking up another show
Highway, drop top, mek di leather show
But drop top nuh work wid bad weather though
Suh wi keep di weather good (great)
Everyday a sun dada
Wi dawg dem fool, everyday a gun dada
Pussy dem a chat but wi still a count dolla' (cash)
How wi ago fuck off di whole a dem gyal ya
Bloodclaat, mi likkle bredda tun rapper
Run lef' di pussy dem pon dem track ya
Glorious be to the Most High
King Selassie I, whop dem Jah Jah
A long time dem a try buss (iron balloon)
Now Steezy a buss and dem a cuss
Now di gyal weh yuh love and yuh trust
She a hide and a try run di pussy pon us
Now wi enemy list a full up
But di bank account dem a full up
Every man weh a hustler respect a hustler
When this play yuh fi pullup
Oh
Imagine the watch is Phillipe
And the pool it be flooded with hoes
VVS on my neck, on my wrist
They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
Imagine the watch is Phillipe
And the pool it be flooded with hoes
VVS on my neck, on my wrist
They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
Bitches they see me they know
Niggas they see me they know
Flex on a hoe
I bet if my watch is Phillipe and she roll with her friend
I can flex on them both
You know how it go
It’s a pity that niggas don’t wanna see me
Riding through the city
I’m pulling all of the biddies
Bitches love me
Got your bitch all up in the crib
Pull a foreign, pour her heart out in the whip
Now I got a Rollie
All the bad bitches, now they know me
The bitches I’m fucking amazing
Just look at the ones that was fucking the old me
I’m in the two-door chillin' Rolls
Niggas don’t know who in it
Lil niggas looking
Like this is the life
Young nigga
Got stars in my ceiling, got stars in my ceiling
Star I’m the villain, Star I’m the villain
Chillin' with yo bitch dawg
Cuz I’m rich dawg
Cuz I’m motherfuckin' rich dawg
Got you fuck niggas pissed off