G.T.
Imagine
[Intro]
Imagine
Imagine me hoppin' out that motherfuckin' Maybach
Imagine, imagine
Imagine me, imagine (Sledgren)
Imagine if I had ten M's
Imagine it, imagine it
Imagine it
Man, imagine this shit, yeah

[Verse]
Imagine if I had twenty million
Imagine if I own a hundred cars, twenty buildings
Imagine if I went to Africa and feed the children
Imagine havin' blue hundreds stacked to the ceiling
White foreigns back-to-back, they think the Pope comin'
Hop out fresh as hell like I'm on my way to homecoming
Keep it real, lil' n***a, you don't know nothin'
We ain't have no furniture in the spot, but the stove was runnin'
This my life, I can't make this up
Thumb through a quarter million, n***a, I got paper cuts
This shit on the floor, but the only way to go is up
Hit the club, throw fifty racks, make the owners come
Look at my chain, this shit goin' nuts
My watch plain, but it cost the same as yours and it's bust
N***as better be humble, fuck bein' blunt
'Cause you'll be the next shit we rollin' up in a blunt
Imagine me, imagine
Imagine me hoppin' out that motherfuckin' Lam'
Imagine me, imagine me
Imagine me makin' off of rap, fuck grams
[Outro]
Imagine me, imagine
Imagine me hoppin' out that motherfuckin' Maybach
Imagine me, imagine
Imagine me, imagine