Lyrical Breakdown of Rich and Flexin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rich and Flexin" 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 "Rich and Flexin" 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.
• 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 Ludacris's narrative.

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Cry me a river, cry me, cry me, oh Cry me a river, cry me, cry me, oh Cry me a river, cry me, cry me. I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!) Bit-Bitches all on my jock, they want my dang-a-lang, Swinging all on my NUTS, like an orangutan, Half a million dollar car, half a million dollar watch, No roof on the drop head Phantom, it got karate chopped, I got a couple black belts, but they all from Louie Louie, Get her wetter than scuba divers, these fucking groupie groupies, Swag is through the ceiling, these haters mad as fuck, Gettin money like Vegas and shit, Bitch STACK'EM UP! I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!) Bitches be cryin fo me they want my autograph Shawty rollercoaster ridin, Six Flags, ... I would never eat that bitch, ... ... ... ... I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!) U-Up on my wish bone, these hoes get split in two, I don't' want no birds up in my car, I don't drive no chicken coop, I'll be out in that new Ferrari, I be spilling out champagne No rocks on the road Luda, bitch they're all on my damn chain, Gotta keep it moving mami, gotta get that guacamole, I got that purp and a little bit of gold, like I should run with Kobe, Like I should shoot the Jay, and smoke a couple too, Other rappers wanna be my friend, I'm too rich to fuck with youuuuuu! I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I'm rich (I'm rich) I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!) Bitches all on my jock!