The Motivation (Money Is A Thing) Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

I'm working with some cash, yeah, they mad, yeah
'Cause them all are doing bad, yeah, that's sad there
Them clowns ain't making none, yeah, that's bad there
Sittin' high can't see you all the way from up here
Don't take a fall is what is urged for me to adhere
I got money I have bagged, yeah, make it last, yeah
Gotta get it, hustle hard, yeah, stay on guard, yeah
Pockets little fuller, yeah, cause I butcher, yeah
Bosses hang with bosses, we ain't bout no lames, yeah
stack mo' hunnets, yeah, rack mo' hunnets, yeah
Got dreams of making bank, hit it big, getting rich
What you're talking about, go ahead, dig a ditch
I can make it rain, yeah, slay the game, yeah
I can live in luxury, can't mess with me, yeah
it is like some crack, yeah, coming back, yeah
Tryna make so more, if you know you know, yeah
If you can't stand me, have yourself a seat
I run it like a marathon, track athlete
Numbers don't lie up on the scoreboard
Looking high, looking low
In the land of promise
Money, cash, around it all goes
someone who knows
When seeing better
You want the flow
To keep pouring in
checks get bigger, bigger,
and even bigger then