Lyrical Breakdown of Addicted 2 Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Addicted 2 Money" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ludacris weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Addicted 2 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 Ludacris employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Aye (What up, Scrap?)
Gettin' money (you already know what it is)
OK-K-K-K (Let 'em know)
I can't stand to be without money, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
All y'all busta' ass niggas
I'm addicted to money
Oh I gotta have it
Ooo I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
Look atcha' boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
Born makin' money, I growed up in the hood
Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they love me real good
Been wearin' the same clothes 'bout eight days
When they cut the 8 ball when they flipped it eight ways
I don't feel clean, but a nigga so paid
Copped a clean white tee with them fresh Air J's
I ain't got the Charger, I got my bitch Escalade
Sippin' on that Grey Goose and some damn lemonade
Sittin' on the block, wise hoppin' it ain't nothin'
I'm a Trappa' Town rapper, still got the hood bumpin'
Been through hell and back and I ain't frontin'
Niggas talkin' 'bout dough like they fuckin' sayin' somethin'
Oh I gotta have it
Ooo I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
Look atcha' boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to clothes
I been a pimp my whole life, so I'm addicted to hoes
They feelin' on the big dipper, let 'em play with it, stop
But they don't wanna fuck me, they wanna fuck my cock
I'm the bearskin rug, no shoes or socks
So on three, you and the coop gotta lose your tops
See I'm addicted to the paper, I been gettin' for years
And my whip is all white, I call it Britney Spears
They say life is like a circus when you stuck on the block
So we don't snitch and eat pork, we don't fuck with the cops
And that's why I'll be gettin' paper 'til the day that I die
So like Monica Lewinsky, keep your head up high, 'cause
Oh I gotta have it
Ooo I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
Look atcha' boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
It's the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gon' hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was off the chain
My momma flipped the cane, and pop was up at church
The Joe had me in the hallway with the purp
Prayin' that I stay safe and I don't get murked
But I bet I get paid, make that money work
Hittin' garages, I bet I got a nigga vert
Let me holla at ya bitch, I'll make that pussy hurt (yeah)
For real though, you know that I get dough
Finna rape the game, and my mission is to get mo'
Oh I gotta have it
Ooo I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
Look atcha' boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money (yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money