Lyrical Breakdown of Money Good - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Megan Thee Stallion weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Money Good" 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 Megan Thee Stallion 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 Megan Thee Stallion's narrative.

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DJ Chose

Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit

Money good, ah

Ayy, ayy

Money good

Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood

I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good

If she got a band, let her in, yeah, she good

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Man, I hate a old big dick-riding ass bitch

Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique

Fuck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich

Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix

Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk

I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk

I'm embracing the fake, I'm accepting the hate

If I wasn't number one, they wouldn't come for my place

Money good

Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood

I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good

If she got a band, let her in, yeah, she good

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood

I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Man, I know some broke ass niggas who be hatin'

Pop a rubber band put that money in they face

I be out here grindin' like a nigga who ain't ate

You ain't bringing nothing to the table but your plate

Bitch, I'm out here ballin' like I'm motherfuckin' fed

I can't gossip with you when there's money to be made

I'm tryna get my pockets 99 Ricki Lake

When you bein' real you ain't worry about who fake, uh

Money good

Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood (H-Town)

I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good

If she got a band, let her in, yeah, she good

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood

I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Hair long, nail long, money long, too

Get a bag, spin it, make it back time two

I could never let nobody tell me what to do

If a nigga get to trippin' then I'ma throw that boy the deuce

Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show

Clique full of bad friends, we at Pappadeaux

Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know

He in love with me but he know to play his role

Money good

Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood

I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good

If she got a band, let her in, yeah, she good

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood

I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should

I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good