Lyrical Breakdown of Love of Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Love of Money" 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 "Love of 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.
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Ha-le-llelujah
Feel in love with the money (hallelujah)
It's BETRAYL, it's DWMTM, uh
And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper (yeah)
And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater (yeah)
For the love of the money (the money), the love of the dough (that's right)
For the love of the money, them hoes fuckin' for sure (for sure)
And I know, and I know
Who said that money isn't everythin'? (Who said it, ah?)
Whoever told you that, they a damn liar (damn liar) (fuck 'em)
'Cause all this money, it can buy you everythin' (uh-huh, we love you, we got 'em)
Shit, I don't know nothin' that money can't buy (yeah-yeah)
I ain't never sinned (uh-huh), I ain't ever crossed over (nope)
Gotta go to Panama, I don't want it chopped up (uh-huh)
Everywhere I go, I'm pullin' up burners (yeah-yeah)
The first to get the money, drop some, murder somethin' (yeah-yeah)
Defend this code, the feds all deliverin' (yeah)
Yeah, I fuck with Papi, but no, I ain't Dominican
For the love of dividends (uh-huh), it's been around the block (yeah)
I let them know I got it 'cause he out there 'round the clock (uh-huh)
Yo, in the projects, jewelry mean you made it (we did)
And the body might get you famous
And the key might get you stopped
Say the fuck with me, I might get you opp (let's go)
It's no apology, nigga (let's go), it's criminology, nigga
It's DWMTM, BETRAYL, uh-huh
And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper (yeah)
And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater (yeah)
For the love of the money (the money), the love of the dough (that's right)
For the love of the money, them hoes fuckin' for sure (for sure)
And I know, and I know
Who said that money isn't everythin'? (Who said it, ah?)
Whoever told you that, they a damn liar (damn liar)
'Cause all this money, it can buy you everythin' (everythin')
Shit, I don't know nothin' that money can't buy
Yeah, and I ain't never jealous, and I don't get emotional
It's all about familia, I do what I'm supposed to do (yeah)
Talkin' over details, tyin' up the loose ends
Know me from the project, they used to go, "Yo, who that?"
Copped all my mixtapes, you tryna roll up
You heard I was movin' shit, wait a second, hold up
Be careful what you say
They tryna get inside, the phones, they got ears
They also got eyes, you know?
Yo, yeah, you break it down, and you get a watch (is that it?)
We break it down, and we get them blocks (hold the Mac)
'Cause if you play around gettin' guap (pss)
We gonna lay you down, get a mop
And we shine, we grind, and we here, and we know, everywhere (that's right)
Every day, ever route, every smoke that we light, and it's on, let's go
And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper (yeah)
And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater (yeah)
For the love of the money (the money), the love of the dough (that's right)
For the love of the money, them hoes fuckin' for sure (for sure)
And I know, and I know
Who said that money isn't everythin'? (Who said it, ah?)
Whoever told you that, they a damn liar (damn liar)
'Cause all this money, it can buy you everythin' (everythin')
Shit, I don't know nothin' that money can't buy