Lyrical Breakdown of Cash - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cash" 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 Lil Baby 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 Lil Baby's narrative.

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Cook that shit up, Quay

4 pockets full, nigga

Is you mad?

'Cause I'm getting cash

And in my place

Bought a new Wraith

She in my face

I want her head

I want her legs

I want a redhead

I want her head

I want her neck

I want her legs

Don't even beg

We can fuck on the floor

We can fuck in the shower

Hey, your friends at the door

Tell 'em give you a hour

And they know I'ma GOAT

I got paper and power

Man, these niggas some hoes

Everything they say sour

I bought a billi' and blew out her brain

Since I got money and people done changed

I'm keepin' my fourt, I'm up on my aim

Jump out of line, I bust at your brain

Shoebox money, it ain't nothin' to me

I could make a hunnid in my sleep

These niggas carryin', that's all they see

They just wanna be like me

Takin' this swag and then give it back

I didn't get mad, I went and got more

They just wanna be like him

I don't wanna be like them

Used to wanna be like him

'Til I stayed down and ran up an M

Baby ballin', they should put it on film

Shootin' for bricks, I don't aim for the rim

Fuck the gym, I don't work out

Take a sip of he lean, wash the Perc down

I got on all my jewels, foreign, and all my shoes

These niggas mad 'cause I won't lose

I gotta win, I just began

No fake love, no fake friends

Just 30 in the FN

Is you mad?

Cause I'm getting cash

And in my place

Bought a new Wraith

She in my face

I want her head

I want her legs

I want a redhead

I want her head

I want her neck

I want her legs

Don't even beg

We can fuck on the floor

We can fuck in the shower

Hey, your friends at the door

Tell 'em give you an hour

I go deep in her throat

Keep that shit on the low

Don't nobody else know

That's our business fasho

We can fuck on the counter

I keep takin' these downers

Pop me a Addi, a Percocet, pour me a four

Baby, we grown, we could fuck on the floor

I'm gettin' money

That's why they mad

That ain't my fault

Nigga, I'm a boss

Get white chalked

Playin' with an O.G

I got bags

These niggas owe me, they know me

Standin' in the kitchen and workin' my wrists

I made a duece, turned to a nick

I make a nick, turned to a nine

I made a nine, turned to a split

You know the rest, I made a split, turned to a brick

We in this bitch, we got it lit

We got them sticks

Is you mad?

Cause I'm getting cash

And in my place

Bought a new Wraith

She in my face

I want her head

I want her legs

I want a redhead

I want her head

I want her neck

I want her legs

Don't even beg

We can fuck on the floor

We can fuck in the shower

Hey, your friends at the door

Tell 'em give you an hour