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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Train" 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 "Money Train" 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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Yeah Wheezy outta here Yea, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane I can't be broke I might go insane I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne Swear it won't stop we on the money train Went overseas I had the foreign exchange I'm smoking trees California strain Two tennis necklace these ain't PL chains 16 foreign cars ain't nothing but 26 They snatched me up I said I was innocent Fuck them cops they tryna take my slime in Seven black whips, you don't know what I'm sliding in My money way taller than my ceilings yeah Old school Murciélago ain't come from Craigslist Brand new Aventador I chopped the head off 20 tennis chains Elliante Pull up 'bout my pesos Gotta stay gassed up like Valero Oh oh nah nah nah big tall red hoe And she do whatever when I say so (oh) Pay the judge off to get the case closed Yea, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane I can't be broke I might go insane I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne Swear it won't stop we on the money train Went overseas I had the foreign exchange I'm smoking trees a California strain Two tennis necklace these ain't PL chains No surfboard these ride our wave I put the hood on my shoulder blade These Saint Laurent lil' bitch you know we paid Bought some more ice and don't need no more cake I popped a Perc it healed my headache 2 door Rolls Royce it still got leg space So no remorse we killing everything Slime life came with that FreeBandz gang Yea, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane I can't be broke I might go insane I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne Swear it won't stop we on the money train Went overseas I had the foreign exchange I'm smoking trees a California strain Two tennis necklace these ain't PL chains