Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the 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 (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
Baby, I blow your mind (spend that)
By all means
(Pussy on) dynamite
(Gimme that) dine on me
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the 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 min' living bummy, then go pray to God (pray to God)
F*ck around and go, completely unrelatable
Like imagine (imagine), imagine
Thick as f*ck but all I eat is salad
Saucin' with my thousands on a island
Got imagination 'cause I'm childish
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine Video (MV)
Performed By: Doja Cat
From Album: Planet Her
Written by: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Dave Tourtellete, Gerard A. Powell II, Mike Hector
Doja Cat - Imagine Lyrics
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Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the 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 (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
Baby, I blow your mind (spend that)
By all means
(Pussy on) dynamite
(Gimme that) dine on me
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the 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 min' living bummy, then go pray to God (pray to God)
F*ck around and go, completely unrelatable
Like imagine (imagine), imagine
Thick as f*ck but all I eat is salad
Saucin' with my thousands on a island
Got imagination 'cause I'm childish
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the 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 (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
Baby, I blow your mind (spend that)
By all means
(Pussy on) dynamite
(Gimme that) dine on me
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the 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 min' living bummy, then go pray to God (pray to God)
F*ck around and go, completely unrelatable
Like imagine (imagine), imagine
Thick as f*ck but all I eat is salad
Saucin' with my thousands on a island
Got imagination 'cause I'm childish
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Dave Tourtellete, Gerard A. Powell II, Mike Hector
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
