Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like ooh, you a baddie
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like ooh, you a baddie
You couldn’t be more wrong
We show up and show out
Five-hundred racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell ’em all, “Child, please”
Baby, I blow your mind
Mind on ease
(Pussy on) Dine all night
(Gimme that) Dine on me
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like ooh, you a baddie
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like ooh, you a baddie
All this work (This work) paid off (Off)
When they had no faith at all (Faith at all)
One minute they bum me, then go pray to God (Pray to God)
But the grindin’ go completely unrelatable
Like imagine, imagine
Thick as fuck but all I eat is salad
Saucin’ with my thousands on an island
Got imagination ’cause I’m childish
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like ooh, you a baddie
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like ooh, you a baddie
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