Lyrical Breakdown of Buyou (Feat. Keri Hilson) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Buyou (Feat. Keri Hilson)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Buyou (Feat. Keri Hilson)" 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 J. Cole 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 J. Cole's narrative.
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One for the paper, two for the money
(My girls get money)
(Oh, we gonna give it to 'em now baby, hey!)
You see, this is what I like to call "buyou music"
'Cause you better buy you a car
You better buy you a phone
And you better buy you somewhere to stay
Or I'ma walk right by you
I don't know what's going on, baby
What the hell is going wrong, baby
Used to take me to dinner
Used to take me shopping, now you asking me for my paper
It's my money, boy my money
I bet you'll never ever get another dime from me
No, you can't use the phone, baby
Think you need to get your own
Was looking for a man to hold me down
But how'd I end up with you?
Yeah, baby, you
And as hard as I try sometimes, it gets hard paying all these bills
The note on the car
So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla
So baby, shut it up 'til you show me some dollars, hey
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
Brand-new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it (I want it)
All my girls, fly girls getting money (money)
All my girls, fly girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
Nails did, hair did, Gap, yep I want it (I want it)
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
All my girls, fly girls getting money
You want a ride or die chick, baby (yeah)
But you ain't got a whip, baby (yeah)
It ain't gon' happen
If you ain't got shit, you need a walk or die chick, baby (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, that's funny
Don't look my way if you ain't got that money
And I ain't making nothing to eat, baby (yeah)
I think it's time you treat, baby
Was looking for a man to hold me down
But how'd I end up with you?
Yeah, baby, you
And as hard as I try sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills
The note on the car
So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla
So baby, shut it up 'til you show me some dollars
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
Brand-new bags, new shoes, yeah I want it (I want it)
All my girls, fly girls getting money (money)
All my girls, fly girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
Nails did, hair did, Gap, yep I want it (I want it) (hey, hey)
One for the paper, two for the money (money) (hey)
All my girls, fly girls getting money (Cole world)
I see ya, it's hard not to see ya
Face like Aaliyah plus a college degree-ah
Climbing up the ladder at that full time job
Tell me, how the hell you end up with a full time slob
I mean you been a ride a die for him
Paid for the dinner and the movie and the popcorn
How you figure it's gon' last, he just sit up on his ass
And play that damn Xbox that you cop for him
Buyou, buyou, how much to try you
Ain't saying you for sale, but baby, let's be for real
Buyou, buyou, sh- that I can buy you
These n- all the same, either they can't ari you
Stringing you along, allow me to untie you
Vitamin D supply you, let them little boys walk by you
They fronting 'cause they broke, but the numbers don't lie
If they swear they so fly, tell me why they never fly you
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
Brand-new bags, new shoes, yeah I want it (I want it)
All my girls, fly girls getting money (money)
All my girls, fly girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
Nails did, hair did, Gap, yep I want it (I want it)
One for the paper, two for the money (money)
All my girls, fly girls getting money
Get ya own, getting money
Get ya own, getting money
Get ya own, getting money
I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla
Get ya own, getting money
Get ya own, getting money
Get ya own, getting money
I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla, holla, holla