Lyrical Breakdown of Bankroll - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bankroll" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bankroll" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.
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Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes
With a phone full of hoes and they trickin'
I know some partners and they throwed
Keep some shadow by the door
With some killers nigga standing by the kitchen
And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
I can't go nowhere without that bankroll on me
I got your ho on the scope, you know my unc' on dope
A little short hand chopper under my peacoat
So how these hoes gone stop the guap when the cops can't stop
I drop my iPhone, cracked it, and my top subtracted
And I spend my money faster
I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor
I was riding 'round with bricks in my trunk, man
Same year that Jordan dropped the jumpman
I was in the county playing talk 'bout a bunk, man
Now I'm in the Lamb' truck in the front, I gives a damn
Selling gram after gram, never credit card scam
Want some credit? Let a nigga hold your debit card, ma'am
Give me pussy, ass, and mouth, so I call the bitch Pam
Since I'm saving all my money, you should call me Young Sam
I been serving niggas diamonds since a very young man
Got a stash box with a Tommy gun in my damn van
Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes
With a phone full of hoes and they trickin'
I know some partners and they throwed
Keep some shadow by the door
With some killers nigga standing by the kitchen
And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
I can't go nowhere without that bankroll on me
Forgiatos, straight eight, I'm on a high speed chase
Two hundred on the interstate 'cause I can't catch no case
Tryna hit up Gucci's line but he won't pick up the phone
Thinking like El Chapo, we can't lose no loads
I like to stack my money up, I can't stand bankrolls
Thirty-six ounces in the brick, I add four more
That's a forty ounce brick, you get it for twenty-four
Old school like magic, I know little pass dope
I drop a brick just like Buffalo just dropped T.O
I ain't never seen the drop bricks jump out the floor
Old school GTO, bricks stuffed in the door
And I don't stop at red lights, everything is a go
Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes
With a phone full of hoes and they trickin'
I know some partners and they throwed
Keep some shadow by the door
With some killers nigga standing by the kitchen
And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
I can't go nowhere without that bankroll on me
I'm a motherfucking stunner, I put that shit on my mama
Got my pistol with me now, you try me, bitch, I'ma gun you
You ain't no boss, you a pussy boy, you's a motherfucking runner
Fuck the jury, the judge, the prosecutor and your honor
I can make cocaine, vacate straight to Colombia
Cadillac station wagon, Forgiatos up under
Got 'em in, got 'em in, got 'em in, got 'em in
Nigga, what you wanna spend? I'm riding with that FN
From the burbs with these young niggas, they got hearts of men
I'm in the streets, pussy nigga, no such thing as friends
I might pull up on your block with a whole block and a four pack
Drop a four Wock', what you wanna cop?
Keep the door locked, shooters gone pop
Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes
With a phone full of hoes and they trickin'
I know some partners and they throwed
Keep some shadow by the door
With some killers nigga standing by the kitchen
And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em
I can't go nowhere without that bankroll on me