Lyrical Breakdown of Got Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne feat. T-Pain weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Got Money" 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 Wayne feat. T-Pain 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 Wayne feat. T-Pain's narrative.

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Yeah, yeah! I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (whoo!) Right now to the VIP section (whoo!) You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (yeah!) Yeah, haha, yeah, Young (ay-hey) Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby! If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way Now I was bouncing through the club She love the way I diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so bout it bout it, now what are you about? DJ showin love he say my name when the music stop "Young Money, Lil Wayne" then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry Yeah, it's young Wayne on the hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Young Money If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Streets!) It go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (Chris) Like some clap on lights in this bitch I'mma be clappin all night in this bitch Lights off, mask on Creep silent, she smiling He muggin, who cares Cause my goons, are right here Like it's nothing, to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains I mean so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne!" She wanna fuck Weezy but she wanna rape Wayne (And I'mma let her) If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like Okay, it's young Wayne on these hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Like ayyy! And everybody say Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day? Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella 'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayyy! Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick But you know it ain't trickin if you got it You know we ain't fuckin if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit So Rolex watch this, I do it, four, five, six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it I'll blow that shit Cause bitch I'm the bomb like tick, tick BIATCH! If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way Yeah, it's young Wayne on the hoes AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Yeah, young Wayne on the hoes Make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes Uh-huh... um, Young Mula baby