Lyrical Breakdown of Fold Dat Money Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fold Dat Money Up" 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 "Fold Dat Money Up" 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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This a vibe, man Gucci Mane, they say you're crazy, I understand (it's Guwop) Only one way to go, it's up Heads up at all times Mr. East Atlanta, huh Yeah, huh They call me Fiji water Ha-ha, burr Mike WiLL on the beat Evil Genius, contemplatin', huh, huh (burr) When the club close, when the hoes go Fold that money up, fold that money up When the dope go out the dope-hole Fold that money up, fold that money up Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up Fold that money up, fold that money up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up I was a jit full of shit tryna sell a brick (huh) Just a knucklehead nigga from the projects (huh) Niggas sleepin' on me, they kept sendin' death threats Like that Gucci Mane can't come in with a slick left (shh) Man, I was jabbin' with the right, man, my whole life They said that, "Gucci Mane, you're crazy, uncircumcised" (ha-ha) I whip that dick off on that bitch, she said, "Surprise, hoe" (yeah) I said, "I'm thinkin' so crazy, I got a mastermind" (Wizzop) I got so much money, my money doin' backflips I made it flip again and then it made me happy I made an Elliot today, they call it trappin' I might just smile, I'm your dog, fashion (ha-ha) I put the Atlantic on my skin, did that shit again The Evil Genius, you can't touch me, not even kick my shin They say, "Doc, what's goin' on in your dirty mind?" That bitch so fine, when she doin' all the time You saw them bring her out, what's this going on? My money long, long, long, long, real long (long) My money longer than the adlibs on every song (burr) My money (my money), it got it goin' on (yeah) When the club close, when the hoes go Fold that money up, fold that money up When the dope go out the dope-hole Fold that money up, fold that money up Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up Fold that money up, fold that money up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up (Patta) I grew up inner-city side of towner (ooh) Get me out the mud, tag, bitch, what held me down, sir Me and my niggas in the trap pound-for-pounder Keep your head above water, fuck that, I'm a founder (fuck that) These hoes down here legs open, pussy drowned ya (swish) Was always pullin' guns on them niggas who wasn't from 'round here Runnin' off with funds, AK drum, that's an out-of-bounder (damn) Have your moms in a black dress puttin' you in the ground, sir Your baby mama head was so good, had to crown her Weed you was smokin', it make no noise, mine's louder So much drip, drip, drip, drip, money flip, flip, flip All the designer on me pimpin', your girl mouth dick stick (ooh) When the club close, when the hoes go Fold that money up, fold that money up When the dope go out the dope-hole Fold that money up, fold that money up Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up Fold that money up, fold that money up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up