Lyrical Breakdown of I Got Some Money On Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Got Some Money On Me" 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 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's narrative.

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I got some money on me I'm 'bout to kill these hoes I don't be politicking, I'm not political F-ck you talkin' bout, bitch I'm Kenneth Cole My goons masked up, Ray Mysterio Bitch, eat something, I don't like skinny hoes I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes I smoke that Green Day, I'm on my Billie Joe I'm a dog bitch, BINGO I'm a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga I'm from the school of hard knocks You skip class nigga Tell her buss that pussy open Bend it over bring it back Get some brain out that hoe and call that hoe a brainiac I got some money on me I'm 'bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me I'm 'bout to kill these hoes F-ck you talkin' 'bout, bitch I'm Kenny Cole I'm a dog bitch, BINGO Every bad bitch love me I'm young money, tell em pop that p-sssy for me Pop that p-ssy for me And my niggas got the guns, they aiming at ya skully Tell 'em pop that p-ssy for me Pop that p-ssy for me Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds 1 hundred If you a bad bitch, say f-ck them other hoes I'm in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose I like a pink p-ssy, just like a bunny nose And we are Young Money, the untouchables I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes I'm on that drink baby, I think I'm comotosed I'm feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt Shoot 'em in his head, he dead before he collapse Young Money we the crap, no salary cap Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap I got some money on me I'm 'bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me I'm 'bout to kill these hoes If you a bad bitch, say f-ck them other hoes I'm feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful And we don't talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga Them niggas can't see me, but I see through them niggas And f-ck the police, on or off duty nigga Yeah, Young Money Gunnas Cash Money Mafia 8 shots, one up top Top floor I'm on some other sh-t, I'm stunting on them hoes Bitch I'm smoking pot, like I'm on the stove I'm in this bitch, bitch, I'm so Holly Grove Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of Gold Boy, you thin crust, f-cking Dominoes I'm laughing to the bank, this shit is comical We do it real big, astronomical I make her fall for me, bitch, Jeronimo Now get it poppin for a nigga Show me what you're working with I'm fly as a muthaf-cka bitch, no turbulence Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies I'm looking for a head doctor for some brain surgery Some money on me, I'm bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me, I'm bout to kill these hoes I'm laughing to the bank, this shit is comical I make her fall for me, bitch geronimo 50 shots in a chopper, break 'em off proper You niggas can't see me, f-ck yo binoculars I'ma coconut Ciroc'er, a beast like Chewbacca I'm running this shit, I don't even need blockers Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill Bitch we the bidness, 5 star gangsta, mula, crazy