Lyrical Breakdown of Cause Im Gettin Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cause Im Gettin Money" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cause Im Gettin 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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I smell like I got a hundred pounds of blocks on me
It's reekin' out the car homie
She wanna freak 'cause I'm a star low-key
Tell me what bitch do not know me
I'ma blow this .30 like Odee
Leanin' off this A-C-T, I OD'd
Can't trust a face, feel niggas plotting on me
And it's all because I'm gettin' money (808Mafia)
Got that bitch off the drugs, she a zombie
She wanna fuck with us, we get money
Bitch is you drunk, you want my Beamer car keys
Let's see if they got Beamer taxis
Just bought Kay Kay a Beamer car seat
My boys gon' spray, let us see a opp please
I'm Sunny and you niggas coffee
But now that is my favorite mafi (808Mafia)
Bitch I ain't with that lovie dovie
Bitch you just gotta suck and fuck me
Got a pound of that herb, its lovely
Now I'm sparkin' up, climbin' up trees
While I'm smoking on this dope, this bitch keep calling my phone
Don't you see I'm getting high? Bitch just leave me 'lone
I see niggas feelings hurt, tell Chief Sosa what's wrong
Bustin' like I'm Dillinger, got my dumb ass pulled over (808Mafia)
I smell like I got 100 pounds of blocks on me
It's reakin' out the car homie
She wanna freak cause I'm a star low key
Tell me what bitch do not know me
I'ma blow this .30 like Odee
Leanin' off this A-C-T, I OD'd
Can't trust a face them niggas plotting on me
And it's all because I'm gettin' money (808Mfia)