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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "New Money" 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 "New Money" 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.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 21 Savage's narrative.

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Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check (check) Louis V, check, yeah, Fendi cost a check (yeah) Diamonds on my neck (yeah), I make your bitch wet (yeah) Treat me like a king (yeah), no disrespect (21) Show you how to ball (ball), meet me at the mall (mall) She said, "Why you bark?" Bitch, I'm a dog (roof) Went and bought a 'Rari (21), left the shit parked (parked) I ain't with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (fah) Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet Ridin' in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (yeah) Draco in the seat make you chicken noodle soup (yeah) Jumped out the stu' (yeah), never wore a suit (21) Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (on God) Fuck my best partner, make the bitch drop him (on God) Never sold drugs, nigga, I'm a robber (yeah) Lil' bitch bother, hit dawg, holler Hit my first lick, went and bought a Marni collar (on God) Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet