Imagine

[Intro: Konshens] Move from yah so wid dat Fucking Jamaican rapper Yuh nah get nuh gyal And yah dead fi hungry Hear dat Dem wish [Verse 1: Baker Steez] 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 [Interlude] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: Konshens] (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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3: Baker Steez] 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 [Interlude] 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