Help me count it up while counting down, I'm just the one that says it counts, not guessing the amounts, racking up these tall pretty digits, I stall in a minute, I'm finished, without a doubt, and me within this instance can't even these odds, believing the reason deceives us and teaches to preach when we're off, the wisest if I coin the term, "making money is priceless, I see me rich within the drop of a dime and save my two cents of excuses, no longer a penny pincher, my words are worth them bands", causing some to flinch cause the money bought power, and managed it by working my hours, now top me!, but copy my face- and leave it in your minds, your blind but find you chase me, replacing it maybe and then have your babies off my strength that strengthens the height of my dominance, I'm in this child, let purpose be worthless unless in this game, the value increases if some aren't the same.