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Imaginary Playerz Lyrics by Cardi B Cardi B
Below, you will find the lyrics for Imaginary Playerz by Cardi B.
It's the Brimcess, you heard?
The these be braggin' about is like
I was doin' in like 2016, type
Like
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 gonna 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 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'
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
I mean
It's really easy for me to talk this 'cause I live this
I just gotta make it rhyme
I leave 'em all fists be balled up
Y'all look cheap, that don't cost much
I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get starstruck
Patientce lookin' at me like: Cardi, what the
Striped like Thom Browne, 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 ring 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 gonna hang my heels from the power lines
All I'm saying is
God forbid some happened to the Brim
Put my heels in Nelson Ave
Bronx legend, you heard?
My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne
If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane
Suicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween 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-tied in a ribbon
Been in my driveway, not gettin' driven
Y'all some bench 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 whipped
What the you mean this is out-dressin' me?
How that outdressin' me with my vibe
Duh, I dressed that
Fixin' y'all mouth 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
'Fore the love of hip hop, y'all knew me before that
These is nuts, is ball sacks
And behind my back, be tight like bra straps, ayy
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