Lyrical Breakdown of Million Dollar Play - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Million Dollar Play" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Million Dollar Play" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.
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I just told Mean, "Yeah, we gon' be straight"
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money (Zaytoven)
'Cause I know he keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe (baow)
We gon' put it right in they face (let's go)
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (brr, yeah, yeah)
FNs, Glocks, and Dracos, no, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (brr), yeah
I don't even play with these niggas when I'm sober
So I'm on fuck shit when I'm bootin' up (booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Got my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit, he'll kill your favorite shooter
Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power of the mula
Elliot diamonds all on the cougar
I still owe Elliot a little mula
You don't know Elliot? Bitch, that's my jeweler
Eliantte, Fante, diamond cooler (let's go)
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don't like rappers
I told her, "Give me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter, um, again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (brr), yeah (brr)
Here I go again (brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon' have to hit your man
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (brr)
FNs, Glocks, and Dracos, no, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (brr), yeah
I don't even play with these niggas when I'm sober
So I'm on fuck shit when I'm bootin' up (booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Got my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah, yeah)
Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up
Pour up, go up
You know I'm drinkin' on syrup, yeah
You know I'm fuckin' your good girl, yeah
You know my necklace a blizzard (count up)
Niggas tried to go inside the safe, put the gun in they face
Shootin' my shot just like I'm Dr. J, billion-dollar play
I won't talk, yeah, I'm too stiff
I'm steppin' in the club, got a Glock on my hip
Drinkin' on oil, I'm downin' my pill
Count it up, get delirious
What she gon' do for the liberty
My money got her stiffer than the Statue of Liberty
Bitches on bitches, I'm literally, some of them come from the Middle East
Drippin', I'm spending, yeah, I'm the epitome
Pluto my name and I'm bigger than Kennedy
Ridin' 'round with two lil' vibes and I got three Glocks on my side
Niggas better run, go hide
You know you gon' die if you pop outside
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah, yeah)
FNs, Glocks, and Dracos, no, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (brr), yeah
I don't even play with these niggas when I'm sober
So I'm on fuck shit when I'm bootin' up (I'm geeked up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Got my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
I just told Mean, "Yeah, we gon' be straight"
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money 'cause I know he keep it safe (yeah, that my boy)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe (baow)
We gon' put it right in they face (let's go)
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (brr, yeah)