Money and power come to us through direct sales,
Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves
And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records
With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam
The bitches is everything in between
Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,
Everything ain't what it seems
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