Lyrical Breakdown of Drug Money 2013 (feat. Rick Ross, Future & Yo Gotti) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Drug Money 2013 (feat. Rick Ross, Future & Yo Gotti)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Drug Money 2013 (feat. Rick Ross, Future & Yo Gotti)" 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 Meek Mill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Aye Freeband Gang
Rich Gang La Familia
You can have whatever you want
You hear me?
Ight, turn up, turn up
Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
Fish scale, I'll buy you what you want
Thousand bill', I'll buy you what you want
A hundred square, I'll buy you what you want
Send em through the air, and buy you what you want
I say drug money, it's gon' buy you what you want
Drug money, it'll buy you every gun
And I got drug money, niggas slidin' with them drums
And ain't no love for it, better get the hire when we come
I'm talkin fish scale, and nigga I could get you murdered for a brick sale
I pull up on you pussy niggas and I fish tail
I got these haters super sick, I tell 'em get well
Get well soon hater, I'm talkin' Philly here
I know these niggas hatin' on it, wanna kill me there
But I still ride you in that foreign poppin wheelies yeah
And fifty bottles make a movie like Big Willy yeah
I'm still really ... I'm talkin
I need a tractor trailer, I need coke all in the back
I'm talkin' calculator, go fuck up a hundred racks nigga no Hilfiger
But I bought a tommy gun, your dude a lil nigga
Now tell me where your from, I'm talkin' Texaco
I bought a Chevron I'm talkin' oil money
I came to push up on, my niggas A-1
Hugo Chavez with them guns, these niggas parasites
Paradise under the sun, I'm talkin' drug money
It'll buy you every gun, I'm talkin' drug money
We don't even count the ones, I'm talkin' King pin
Living lavish all along, I'm talkin' rich nigga
I ain't got to write a song, I'm talkin'