Lyrical Breakdown of I'm So Paid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm So Paid" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I'm So Paid" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.
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Rubbing on that Italian leather
Them Konvict jeans on!
You ready? (Yeah)
Yeah (yeah) (Konvict)
I get it in 'til sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming, "Ah!"
Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count a nigga money?
I'm a hustler don't need them, one of y'all, ya see!
I'm so paid
I see police on the crooked I
Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95
My shawty leanin' blasting that Do or Die
Wishin' that a mothersucker would 'cause we're certified
Got a system that'll beat and knock your wall off
Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off
Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off
I'm a sniper sitting on the roof already saw you all
It ain't too much to put a strain on me
That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me
I rather have them dollar bills rain on me
Than let them haters come and make the name of me
That's why
I get it in 'til sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming, "Ah!"
Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid (yo boo!)
Number one hustler gettin' money (I told you I had you)
Why you wanna count my money?
I'm a hustler don't need them, one of y'all ya see! (Akon, I gotcha you)
I'm so paid
She said, "Young, why your voice so hoarse?"
I just sound like money, baby, I should've been a Porsche
Paint lookin' like a sugar-free RedBull
I'm so paid, you know I keep a pocket full
And that's before the taxes
Took my whole gross net and hid it under my mattress
I used to get bored and count 20s for practice (what?)
Paper therapy, we let the money relax us
Gold chains 'round my neck, just like Michael Phelps
I made a killin' in the water, killin' with the water
Against all odds and I will not stop
They try to keep me on bottom, but I prefer the top
And my project chick I moved her next to Joc
She said the house was too small I moved her next to Block
So baby, get your ass up I need an extra block
I told her do the speed limit and no extra stops
And that's why
I get it in 'til sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming, "Ah!"
Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money (what's up? What's up?)
Why you wanna count my money? (Why you wanna count my money?)
I'm a hustler don't need them (you can't though) one of y'all ya see!
I'm so paid
I'm the boss, it only takes one call
For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that's all
(Guess what) I won't be taking that fall
Homie, I got cake that's what I'm paying them for
(Haha) ain't that funny?
Gorillas they want war but ain't got money
'Cause I've seen them all talking 'til they start gunning
Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running
Yeah, Akon, Weezy (Jeezy)
Block oil holdin' down Jersey (Jersey)
Divine making sure we gettin' it up front
My little brother Boo got that vision, baby
I get it in 'til sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming, "Ah!"
Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid (yeah)
Number one hustler gettin' money (money)
Why you wanna count a nigga money?
I'm a hustler don't need them, one of y'all ya see!
I'm so paid
Big money Weezy
White wife beater with the SIG underneath it
How do I feel? Bitch, I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct, yeah
I'm ballin', we ball out
Ball 'til we fall, until the ball bounce
I send some - with guns to your house
Only to find out you live in a doll house, damn!
But I thought you was tough though
We carry choppers on our necks, call it cut throat
We bury cowards on the set that they come from
We know magic turn, we smoke to gun smoke
We bomb first when we ride you in a hearse when you ride (ay, ay)
I put my shoe down, baby
And I'm holding down, Young Mula, baby!
That's why
I get it in 'til sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming, "Ah!"
Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count a nigga money?
I'm a hustler don't need them, one of y'all ya see!
I'm so paid