My Cat Got a Hustle

Yo, my cat’s in a tie, paw on the grindstone,

Flipped the litterbox life, now he’s out on his own.

Nine lives, nine to five, clocking in on the daily,

Keyboard claws tap-tap, typing emails so crazy.

He got the hustle, feline on the payroll,

Stackin’ up kibble, got his own bankroll.

Boss cat strut, watch him climb the ladder,

Now the mouse runs scared, 'cause his pockets got fatter.

Suit so sharp, fur slick like a villain,

Meeting with the dogs, now the deals he be sealin’.

He’s got the office lit, every desk he be killin’,

Printer jam? No sweat, whiskers stay chillin’.

From the alley to the cubicle, my boy’s got range,

Used to nap all day, now he’s making the change.

Mousepad mogul, CEO of the game,

Got a paw in every pie, you remember his name.

He got the hustle, feline on the payroll,

Stackin’ up kibble, got his own bankroll.

Boss cat strut, watch him climb the ladder,

Now the mouse runs scared, 'cause his pockets got fatter.

Catnip briefcase, ambition in his stride,

Laser pointer visions, got his eyes open wide.

He’s the top cat now, running boardroom schemes,

From tuna cans to stocks, living out his dreams.