Imagine (Solo Version)

[Intro:]
They treat me like a king now
Imagine if I had a bust down
Scheming 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

[Verse 1:]
My pockets on excel
Got these bitches, still wantin' to exhale
Birds in the back dripping like Mextel
And 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 bands
Young nigga with the tall stacks bussing rubber bands off the tall racks
Suicide doors on that coupe flex, suicide doors on that coupe flex
Suicide doors on that coupe flex, suicide doors on that coupe flex

[Pre-Chorus:]
Got stars in my ceiling, got stars in my ceiling
Star i'm the villian, Star i'm the villian
Chilling wit yo bitch dawg, cuz im rich dawg, cuz im motherfucking rich dawg
Got you fuck niggas pissed off

[Chorus:]
Imagine the watch is phillipe and the pool it be flooded with hoes
VVS on my neck and 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 and 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

[Verse 2:]
Flex on a hoe I bet if my watch was phillipe and she roll with her friend I could flex on em both, you know it go
It's a pity that niggas don't wanna see me, riding thru the city I'm pulling out all the bities
Bitches love me, got your bitch all up in the crib, pull up 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 chilling rolls niggas don't know who in it
Real niggas winning, like this is the life young nigga

[Pre-Chorus:]
Got stars in my ceiling, got stars in my ceiling
Star I'm the villian, Star I'm the villian
Chilling wit yo bitch dawg, cuz I'm rich dawg, cuz I'm motherfucking rich dawg
Got you fuck niggas pissed off

[Chorus:]
Imagine the watch is phillipe and the pool it be flooded with hoes
VVS on my neck and 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 and 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