Lyrical Breakdown of On Dat Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cardi B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "On Dat 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 Cardi B 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 Cardi B's narrative.

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Fuck me on that money, bitch, bitch, fuck me on that money (yeah) Nigga, fuck me on that money Fuck me on that money, man (ayy), fuck me on that money, yeah I'm playin' with you (yeah), yeah Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me (whoo) I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin' (whoo) Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money, huh Bad hoes don't come cheap, alright Put bad hoes on fleek, alright First class flight will change your life Pussy tight, raise your price Buy you some new teeth, alright Put your smile on fleek, alright Leave 'em broke niggas Girl, them rich niggas, we gon' treat you right My bitch bad, she look just like a bag of money (alright) Every time she comin', she say can she have some money I say, "Can I get a threesome?" She say, "Boy, you funny" But you won't see me laughin', come sit that twat down on 'em hundreds, ooh Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me (whoo) I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin' (whoo) Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money Yeah, uh, fuck me right there on that money I ride dick on my feet, I be hoppin' like a bunny (uh) I'm a freak, slut me out, you gon' see me get disgustin' I be suckin' dick from scratch, when it's soft, when it's gummy, whoo Yeah, yeah, take this pussy from me I don't want no more kids, put them right there on my tummy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Right there on that money (whoo, whoo, yeah, yeah) Right there on that money, look Fuck me on the money (yes), bitch, we don't need no bed Put that money on me (frrr) like that nigga you want dead, look (baow) Send that Zelle for me, pick out my nails for me You gon' CC what this throat do when you put Chanel on me (aah) He said, "Okay, baby, turn me up, and pop that pussy for me" Ayy, okay, up and down, make it clap, start applaudin' Ayy, okay (whoo), turn around (whoo), bend it over (whoo), don't be boring Ayy, okay, spread my legs, tongue out, I'm Michael Jordan (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo) Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me (whoo) I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin' (whoo) Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo)