Imaginary Bosses

Lyrics

[Intro] Helluva made the beat, baby [Chorus ?] Imaginary bosses Imaginary bosses Talk to them, Pay [Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] I talk it how I walk it Got it so I flaunt it I did this here for them imaginary bosses You know the type, always hollering how they cashin stuff But when you see them in the streets, it just ain't adding up They get to going, like I'm selling bricks and taking trips So what you doing with the dollars? It ain't making sense Uploading pics of another man's shine Perpin' lying, tryna claim another man's grind Oh, your whip ain't in the streets yet? Let me guess, for the past two years, it been at De-Tech I thought you fucked with fishscale Something fishy going on, somebody telling fishtales You in the bar with a brew looking through You claim to be that nigga, but these hoes like who? Maybe I'm trippin, I could be blind, bro Ya you a boss, but it's only in your mind though [Chorus ?] Imaginary bosses Imaginary bosses Talk to them, Pay [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] When you bought that watch, how did you feel? Gotta walk around, just knowing it ain't real Probably pulled a couple hoes, and some gullible niggas And they wonder why we don't fuck with these niggas Like last week, I'm in the club, in the booth on chill Buckets filled with bottles, pockets filled with bills Conversating with my mans, then I see some clown In the crowd with his mans, talking so damn loud Got his jacket in his pants, tryna stress some belt Doing too much, making sure his presence is felt Everytime he do something, he looking at me I'm laughing with Quis, like what this posed to be? Flashing money in the strip club, but ain't gon' throw And that bottle is empty, dude, let that go I could be trippin, you probably is a boss on your block But then again, looking at you, mmmnot [Chorus ?] Imaginary bosses Imaginary bosses Talk to them, Pay [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] Niggas is so sad, just dealers with no cash Or doing some scam, fronting like they got a bag Painting some picture, like they hugging the block Ain't slapping shit, just punching the clock Keep it real, who made you wanna ball on all hoes? Who told all these square ass niggas to dawg hoes? Who told you boss your life up, and get froze up? Who told you sip Don P, and put the Rosay up? I'm clean with it, y'all just a bunch of tacky fools Smaller versions of a big dawg, a bunch of Scrappy Doos Hoes faking like they somethin, I'm just sick of this shit Talking big money, but they shoplift and shit Other niggas going broke, tryna outdo me That shit old now, dawg, I did that shit last week If that Rollie ain't official, please, don't even sport it Didn't come with that green card? Just go and deport it [Chorus ?] Imaginary bosses Imaginary bosses Talk to them, Pay