Get Your Premium Membership

Money Bank 2

Let the stream of cash in, flood-gate Like the Casino, I'll keep chips in your plate Big-ballin', throw it in the pot, high stakes Don't sleep, keep watch for fakes and snakes So much dead pres' to burn, it's a crime Surprised I ain't in the Feds, doing hard time Making all this cash, you could say I invented it Moving fast, speeding, put up a road-block, no preventin' it I'm on a roll, pull out the spikes, can't flatten my tire Gettin' this money on the low, but it takes me higher Selling Mary J, Molly, and that white girl, no prostitution Moving X and D, in the middle of finding a solution I ain't doing algebra, money plus problems equals murder Money talks, and all I hear from you is a murmur? You poor, but I ain't talking 'bout serving drinks I'm Balling, my chain's like a fence, got a lot of links Back then, they locked me out, cash was the key to the door I started from the bottom, got it from the floor Dirty money, let it accumulate, sweep it with a broom Wipe-out the marks with a mop, keep a clean room Money keeps me ahead of the game, avoid defeat I'm on the road to success, it's a one-way street

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs