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Driving a Black Wrangler around town,
Cash money new school call me Nino Brown,
Throwing thousands of C notes down,
While model chicks on my conference table shake they round brown,
Hitting switches, paparazzi posted taking pictures,
Quick temper, constantly canceling these snitches,
Making they boyfriends extremely sad,
Grandiose Motherf@$ers stressing whenever they feel my wrath,
Slicker than Tony Montana, nobody washes my cash,
Interest rates raised and collected, banks pnwned his ass,
No gangster or dealer, I only slang rhymes to these fiends,
Administer my product audibly, fulfilling they wildest dreams,
Lyrics so sick, the FDA labels my MP3's a contagious disease,
No A&R, spread my buzz like a cold with a sneeze,
You give it to friends they carry it for weeks,
Out of spite, you even share it with your foes,
Frantic and implanted, you admire my prose,
I kept you waiting, and now you shaking for more,
Hooked on Adverb, got 'em scheming for a score,
Hypnotized, I commanded you to search for truth,
Instead you busted some random snitches' goose loose,
Next year, you on Maury Povich praying for false proof,
My rhymes are in your ear like Bluetooth,
Making classics in the sound booth,
Spitting the truth Ruth.
