Imaginary Playerz Lyrics by Cardi B
Yeah
It’s the motherfuckin’ Brimcess, you heard?
The *** these *** be braggin’ about is like
*** I was doin’ in like 2016, type ***
Like (Why these *** hatin’?)
You *** don’t even know the difference between vintage and archive, like
(Why these *** hatin’?)
Yeah, look
Now I spit that other ***, pretty *** ***
Cardi B, every song platinum, I’m not the other ***
Whatever you was gon’ pay her, you gotta double it
Gloryhole, *** don’t know who they ***’ with
Their money my stocks and share money
Your booking fee is my makeup and hair money
*** say I think I’m the ***, and do (And do), and did
Just know you *** can’t live
I got the hottest ***, hop out, poppin’ it
They say I walk around lookin’ like a compliment
Shut up, stop whinin’, Cardi still shinin’
Hoes kept complainin’, so I copped more diamonds
And more archive, vintage couture on me
I got more Gaultier than Jean probably
Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it’s minks out
I buy grown man watches and make ’em take links out, ***
(Why these *** hatin’?) I mean
It’s really easy for me to talk this ***, ’cause I live this *** (Why these *** hatin’?)
I just gotta make it rhyme
***, I leave ’em all ***, fists be balled up
Y’all hoes look cheap, that *** don’t cost much
I’m a star, but I’ll smack you, don’t get starstruck
Patience lookin’ at me like, “Cardi, what the ***?”
Striped like Thom Brown, these *** should calm down
Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down
Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin’ them heavy
Makin’ them jump in the rim with the Brim before they ready
I seen whole fan pages, make avatar changes
All that old love go to new fan bases
Now your fifteen up, you already out of time
I’m a legend, they gon’ hang my heels from the power lines
(Why these *** hatin’?) All I’m sayin’ is
God forbid some *** happened to the Brim
Put my motherfuckin’ heels in Nelson Ave (Why these *** hatin’?)
Bronx legend, you heard?
My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did dirty numbers, y’all would pop champagne
If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane
*** if I fall from the distance you and I
They gotta be kidding
Whatever they smokin’ on, it gotta be hitting
The bag you just posted been in the closet sittin’
The car he just got you, bow tie and a ribbon?
Been in my driveway not gettin’ driven
Y’all some ***, ho, y’all just started startin’
Birthday at Carbone, to me that’s Olive Garden
A *** couldn’t take me there, that’s y’all department
Tasteless, basic
I’m a Waldorf penthouse every state, ***
2016, I had Fashion Nova lit
Ask Rich, y’all need your ass whipped
What the *** you mean *** is oudressin’ me? (Why these *** hatin’?)
How that *** outdressin’ me with my ***’ vibe, ***?(Why these *** hatin’?)
Duh, I dressed that ***
Fixin’ y’all mout to talk fashion with me
I’m the one who showed these girls what fashion could be
The first rap *** on the cover of Vogue
But somehow y’all passed me I suppose?
I know your type, all bold and all cap
For the love of hip hop, y’all knew me before that
These *** is nuts, *** is ballsacks
And behind my back, *** be tight like bra straps, ayy