Lyrical Breakdown of Oprah's Bank Account - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Oprah's Bank Account" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DaBaby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Oprah's Bank Account" 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 DaBaby 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 DaBaby's narrative.

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I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down Lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby