Money Talks Serve It | Up

So serve it up — on a silver tray, In a leather clutch, or a poker play. Let the bills fold into a crown. Money talks — don't let it frown. Serve it up hot, serve it up cold, The story of power is bought and sold.

And when the bottle pops, when the dice get thrown, When the handshake seals what you've never known — The toast goes up, and the room gets loud: "Pour another round for the silent god." Cash rules, but it needs a cup — So dress it pretty and serve it up. money talks serve it up

The dealer fans cards with a gold-plated smirk, The suit in the corner just finished his work. He slid an envelope under the door — Now two armed guards don't work there no more. Money talks in a dialect clean: No verbs, no grammar, just green on green. It says "jump" — you ask how high. It says "forget" — you kiss goodbye. So serve it up — on a silver

Here’s a short creative piece — a kind of spoken-word/hip-hop fusion — inspired by the phrase “money talks, serve it up.” Serve It Up Serve it up hot, serve it up cold,