Cash Flow Symphony

Drip drop, money flow colder than a snow globe,

Wallet full, heavy, feels like a bankrobe.

Flipping through the stacks while my fingers do the tango,

Living life unplugged, no strings, no banjo.

Cash rules, melodies sang by my bankroll,

Pockets symphonic, notes hitting full control.

Diamonds dance, a kaleidoscope through the lens,

Breaking bread daily, no need to make amends.

Gold wrist watch ticking louder than my haters’ doubt,

Luxury shots fired, no tape, no route.

My grind’s a sinus wave, peaks never drop,

On the climb so high, you’ll need a space shop.

Float through the chaos, life a glittered roulette,

Every spin, worth the dice, no regrets.

Shelling out my wisdom like a candy store prophet,

Mouthpiece spitting fire but my walk stays modest.

Dreams wear tuxedos, iced out at the gala,

Ambition in my veins, call it firewater’s Valhalla.

Crouched wolf, I pounce when the full moon hits,

Slicing through challenges, my grind don’t quit.

Cash sticks in my mental, basslines in my bone,

Making million-dollar chess moves on my phone.

Life’s a feast, pie sliced way greater than halves,

Riches rain down as we toast and laugh.