Wake up in my king size bed Girls all around me, eyes all red (All red) The true life of a player kid It’s nice to wake up to a naked bitch (Uh-huh) Got the finest clothes, diamonds, hoes Goin’ to sleep on a pile of dough Lacoste, Phantoms, yards, mansions Piff in the cannons, house in the Hamptons (Livin’ it up) Big parties every night This is the life of the paradise My main man Twista told ’em right I make ’em celebrities overnight (Overnight) Grammys, Oscars, starrin’ in movies Got a pool house, four cars, and Jacuzzis (What?) On my way up, gettin’ my cake up (Uh-huh) Wake up!
It was just my imagination Runnin’ away with me It was just my imagination Runnin’ away
I got groupies who got groupies And I buy a new car every two weeks (Two weeks) My chain got diamonds in it And my whip got a diamond finish (Aha) Got the MTV j-j-jam of the week (Jam of the week) Sign autographs when I stand in the street (Uh-huh) Plus I been all over BET, Columbia Records and D.T.P. (D.T.P.) Both want me to sign to their label Plus I got my own channel on cable (Haha) Always fresh, court-side, best view (View) Kanye West and beats from The Neptunes (Neptunes) Stackin’ cream, magazines Kids dressed like me on Halloween They lovin’ my mixtapes, money like Bill Gates I’m on top and it feels great (Feels great)
It was just my imagination Runnin’ away with me It was just my imagination Runnin’ away