Get That Money (feat. Leah Marché & Issim Dark)

A FlipSide Production

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 only got three minutes

Um... uh, 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 (money money money money)
Ain't got no money

Talking we always talking
Hit the flows right crowds start rocking
Waiting for the next punchline
Lyrics so dope like a powdered white line
Creating
An 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
Ain'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 that people won't forget
How dope I was
So maybe I can get
Money (Get money)
Ain't got no money (Ain't got no money)
Money
Ain'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
Money
Get that money
Money (Gotta gotta get that money)
Get that money

Hmmm
First of all, bro
Watch your spells yo. (Please do)
You ain't got no
Ain'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 hit the mic and then get to the venue pay the high toll
And then the vibe be off ($15 dollars? Damn!)
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
And if it wasn't for me being able to have my insights or my 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!
Money... Muh... Muh... Money
Money... Muh... Muh... Money

Okay BlackPoet Ventures family
I get it
I gotta manifest that money
Stop telling people I ain't got money
And get that money
Money. Get that money
Get get get get that money
Money
Get that money