Get That Money

Coming to the stage Give it up for this 15-year veteran of poetry. FlipSide Uh and please keep your poems short No disclaimers please We've got a full list tonight But I've got 85 minutes of announcements Which is gonna fill the whole night up So... so I can get back on the mic y'all hurry up Hurry up you got three minutes Uh...um, okay Geeked up Now I'm on the stage yo Open mic Paid money at the door Waiting Til my name comes up Hope the loud ones Will shut the f*ck up (shhh) Coffee Shops they are the worst Barista use blenders During the good parts Important Got something to say If it hits right Maybe I'll get paid Money cin't got no money Talking we always talking Hit the flows right Crowd starts rocking Waiting for the next punchline Lyrics so dope Like a powder white line Creating cn audience of dope fiends Every time that I step on the scene Floating Like a Spike Lee joint Giving bro hugs But sometimes I just point Money cin't got no money Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot Chilling Cuz they all know me (Whassup, Flip?) That's what happens When you spit the poetry Money It always comes slow Pump up the crowd Sell my books at a show Metaphors You all dig this Except for the haters You know I leave ‘em pissed. Writing Styles so versatile True-to-life stories So personal The goal Monetize words From the brilliant To the funny and absurd Hoping The people won't forget How dope I was So maybe I can get Money (Get money) cin't got no money Money cin't got no money Funny Time is flying Not funny when they ass is lying Never is ever too late Whatever number keep doing yo thang No time like the present Get ya ish together and claim it You is smart and kind Intelligent when you on yo grind Get that moolah Cash cow be milkin' it Moolah Cash cow keep tippin' it Moving Stop standing still Hustlin' Chasing dollar dollar bills Priorities Must be in place Cream can't be the only thing in face Gamble Roulette this universe Shoot for the moon don't worry ‘bout missin' Billion trillion stars we out there kissin' Get that moolah Moolah Fry up the bacon Bisquik Let's eat that cake, man Need a doula please help me breath Birth, rebirth these money trees Don't get caught up in that Love of commas If you sell your soul You'd even merc yo mama They say Money can't buy you happiness I say you got time then you're surely blessed Get that money Get that money Money Gotta gotta get that money. Hmmm. First of all, bro Watch your spells yo. (Please do) You ain't got no cin't no words for no poet to be speaking to produce mo' Hunh! Understand though You gotta value this gift (Please do) Respect what you do with it. Protect it. I know. I feel the frustration. Know what it feels like to wait three or four weeks or months To get the mic and then get to the venue pay the high toll cnd then the vibe be off and the usual high energy of the poet who's hosting don't even be right But you know I rock on and stay in spite. cnd if it wasn't for me being able to have my insights and takeaways I would have some uncouth words to say With verbs ready to follow But instead, I just sit back sip on my cognac and swallow. Waiting for the light to finally shine through the shallow Peep, I'm gold digging (I know there's gotta be some words in here) Sipping while manifesting Cultivating Envisioning No doubt Gonna get that money Yo, gonna get that money, money Yo the shit ain't funny This poetry's gotta get this money. Ha! Okay BlackPoet Ventures family I get it I gotta manifest that money Stop telling people I ain't got money cnd get that money. Money
 Get that money Get get get get that money Money Get that money.