Lyrical Breakdown of Money Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Do" 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 "Money Do" 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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I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you
Call that ballin', I call that hopscotch
He gettin' a little cash, but he ain't got what I got
Twenties in my bankroll, 150 on my watch
Like Dikembe Mutombo, get a lot of them big blocks
Gucci brought them bands out
You brought a lil' cash out
Our sets, they poke out
Interior smoked out
Homie you a peon
I'm ridin' European
Emmitt Smith on the back tire
But the front tire's a Deion
Get this shit for the 17
Sell shit for the Keyshawn
My wrist colder than freon
That bullshit, I be on
In the club, I'm wasted
Better yet, I'm faded
Got home, don't know how I made it
But this shit all gravy
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you
When I'm pickin' up weight I need a personal trainer
My money got its own fuckin' personal trainer
I'm in the club throwin' hundons
Smokin' out an onion
Garlic bread, inside paint like lasagna
Gucci be fresh like first day of school (Gucci!)
Diamonds drippin' wet, it's like they pushed me in the pool
Makin' paper airplanes out of hundreds, what I do
Passin' Ace of Spades like it's bottled water to the crew
Brick Squad, nigga!
Excuse me
Let me introduce myself, they call me Gucci
And all my kicks, they be the flyest, call me Bruce Lee
And I don't talk, my money do the talkin' usually
I'm super chillin', but my money be the rudest
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show out, but my money do
I got so many zeroes I could bury you