Lyrical Breakdown of Large Amounts (feat. Gucci Mane) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Large Amounts (feat. Gucci Mane)" 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.
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Can't waste no time, I got two Audemars (Two Audemars) Can't waste no time, I got 'em both on me When you this up, it ain't no fallin' off Fuck what they say, get it every day, gotta have my way Countin' large amounts Shit ain't the same from when we started out From where we started out And now I got like seven digits in my bank account Only fuck with them hood niggas, them thug niggas, them drug dealers Got a thing for them plug niggas, hold big guns and love 'em He gon' hop out and spray Nigga play, he gon' lay Now I got all this pressure on my shoulders "Pay attention to the signs," that's what my mama told me Ain't no love up in these streets 'cause all these bitches phony Had to stand up on my feet to get this shit in motion (Motion) 'Cause ain't no way I'm gon' stop now They wanna put me on top now Put the pussy on lockdown But ain't no way Married to this money, that's my bae 'Cause I only got me, yeah Can't waste no time, I got two Audemars (Two Audemars) Can't waste no time, I got 'em both on me (Both on me) When you this up, it ain't no fallin' off (Fallin' off) Fuck what they say, get it every day, gotta have my way Countin' large amounts Shit ain't the same from when we started out (Huh?) From where we started out (It's Gucci) And now I got like seven digits in my bank account (Go) I can't fuck with broke hoes, I'm too lit, I need a rich one (Huh?) He like skinny girls, well, point me to the thick ones (Well, damn) Guap always got bad bitches, he know how to pick 'em (Yup) And I'ma keep the fire close, can't go out like a victim (Baow, baow) Ain't no better feeling than waking Up with all the millions (Millions) A hood nigga with money that ran it up to the ceiling (True) Large amount of cash, no flex, I got a check (Cha-ching) You niggas ain't even ballin' for real, these boys in debt (Damn) Can't waste no time, I got two Audemars (Two Audemars) Can't waste no time, I got 'em both on me When you this up, it ain't no fallin' off Fuck what they say, get it every day, gotta have my way Countin' large amounts Shit ain't the same from when we started out From where we started out And now I got like seven digits in my bank account Only fuck with them hood niggas, them thug niggas, them drug dealers Got a thing for them plug niggas, hold big guns and love 'em He gon' hop out and spray Nigga play, he gon' lay