Lyrical Breakdown of Money Makin' Moves - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Makin' Moves" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Money Makin' Moves" 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 Jay Rock 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 Jay Rock's narrative.

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Now I've be on the block with my niggas Rollin swishers, sippin' liquor I can paint you a picture Picture me richer Look at my business Watch my niggas Pledgin' allegiance My team eatin' Roll through the hood Kids at the lights Oh no, I'm not a guy Gettin' money That's the job Feedin' my family All them haters, they mad at me If they tryin' to keep, Imma put them to sleep Permanently Imma squeeze Broke niggas, they analysing Bitches, they fantasising My empire on the rise Real nigga, just look in my eyes You see the struggle Got your life in the palm of my hand Don't need no muscle Bullets, they bust heads Whatcha thinkin' bout? Rocks and more bread Duckin', dodgin' the feds Gettin' money, makin' moves By the dollar, what it do If you ain't bout no money Then I ain't fuckin' with you Gettin' money, makin' moves If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do Got the work that you need Holla if you want it Bust it down I bet you see some profit off the corner Gettin' money, makin' moves If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do If you ain't makin' no money Then I ain't fuckin' with you That's the rules to the streets Get your money, make your moves Now Look I hit a button Now the roof gone Convertible coupe Paint color, two tone She know whassup when I'm showin' up Menage with bad bitches, now i'm foreigners I kill 'em everytime Bring the coroners Touch my family Then I'm killin' you without warnin' yo I'm a warrior Marchin' like a spartan Yet I'm still I'm feelin' victorious Look down my corridor Look at the palace This the shit niggas killin' for Got this rabid shit in the [?] Don't get it twisted like some cornrows There's no survivin' Niggas die when them guns blow Get rich or die broke When the first load gonna see Diablo I gotta get it my nigga Is for survival Gettin' money, makin' moves If you ain't makin' no money Then I ain't fuckin' with you Don't even worry bout that I got it I'm on that hundred stack Come up homie, what it do I got a son to feed And I got a daughter too Calculatin' moves from above While playin' this card I've got the hustle of a king Soul of a god Nickel plated hyper Fourth fifther Straight liquor Come between me and the money That's when I erase a nigga Picture on the corner to the lights off No nights off I can give it to you hard Or that white soft I'm in the paper makin' I'm not paper chasin' That's the quickest way your minds can meet past the mason I've never step for sucker niggas and pussy way I double the money, stack a few and keep the change It's not the hood rhymin' It's the hood timin' The new range, the new chain With Maroon diamonds Get your money, make your moves If you ain't gettin' money I ain't fuckin with you What it do