Lyrical Breakdown of Money Convo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Convo" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Money Convo" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 21 Savage employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Peon ass niggas

Levis and Adidas ass niggas

High point having ass niggas

I got a Glock and it don't jam, I blast niggas

You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga

I'm the type to pass her to the team, nigga

You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga?

Now she fuckin' me, I know you wanna kill her

And I sold dope on my 10 toes

We ain't fallin' out over freak hoes

21 Savage still in savage mode

I thought I told you I'm a savage on these hoes

Maybach with the curtains up

I'm with Nudy, he gon' burn you up

Fake gangbangin', nigga turned into a snitch

Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch

Pull up

We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas

Hol' up

We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash

Hol' up

Wanna fuck me, I'm like yas, yas, yas

Hol' up

VVS' drippin', dance, dance, dance

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble

Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble

AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble

Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo

Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga

Ridin' 'round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga

Oh you drinkin' green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga

Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho

Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off

Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul

Bought a 488, finna act an asshole

I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul

You a fake gangsta, you ain't ever shot nobody

I don't wanna hear them stories 'bout them fake bodies

Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti

Nigga get whacked, thinkin' they hard 'cause they on molly

I'm the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out

You a dick jumpin' faggot, you a mascot

You beat your bitch 'cause she walk 'round with her ass out

They wanna rob me 'cause I walk 'round with that bag out

Drinkin' syrup, lil' bitch, I'm finna pass out

Never slippin', Glock 40 with a red dot

Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about

You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what ya talkin' 'bout?

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble

Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble

AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble

Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga