Lyrical Breakdown of Budget - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Budget" 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 "Budget" 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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(Mano) Ayy (OG Parker) Easy (easy), does it (does it) These bitches ain't bussin' shit, these bitches busted (busted) You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (flooded) What's the price? These bitches want it, tell 'em, "Up it" (up it) Without the money I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance? You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches I give 'em face, give 'еm body, give 'em luscious (ah) What's the pricе? Up it (yeah, ah) I don't even know how I'm getting through the airport Packin' 'round all this heat (packin' around this heat) I like my hair to my ass and I like my niggas down on they knees (ayy) Y'all hoes getting rolled like a chauffeur Fucking for cool points, nothing to show for it (yeah, yeah) He want a rider, but ain't bought a car How you expect me to show up? Only man I chase been dead for a long time, face on the front of this paper, ayy This pussy bougie, this pussy choosey, pussy don't do no favors Every time I peep hoes moving like me, I gotta switch it up But the shit don't never hit quite like this 'cause your budget ain't big enough Ayy (ah) Easy (easy), does it (does it) (yeah) These bitches ain't bussin' shit, these bitches busted (busted) You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (flooded) What's the price? These bitches want it, tell 'em, "Up it" (up it) Without the money I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance? You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah) What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah) Latto Latto don't do budgets (budgets) Talk shit like Joe Budden Trips y'all can't pronounce, big jets to Phuket, I'm like, "Fuck it" Been that bitch, ain't no discussion (yeah) Big drum, no percussion (brrt) Back up bitch, you buggin' Beat a ho face, don't need no brushes Double Ds in my brassiere (yeah) Face is top tier First to watch my story, but don't like me, bitches weird Known to stand on all my business I don't walk around with tension (yeah) If you gotta make fake pages to say it, that's mental illness Ayy Easy (easy), does it (does it) (yeah) These bitches ain't bussin' shit, these bitches busted (busted) You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (flooded) What's the price? These bitches want it, tell 'em, "Up it" (up it) Without the money I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance? (Yeah) You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah) What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah) Ayy, bitch, I'm up and my bag right (yeah, yeah, yeah) Pussy and my abs tight (abs tight) Always going up on my fee like a gas price (yeah, yeah, yeah) On these bitches throats 'til they get red-eye like the last flight Way I dog these niggas, had to be one in my past life Ayy, baby, without my name these niggas nothin', they should thank me I'm a gangster, but I'm such a fuckin' lady (lady) In the mirror and it's clear why they hate me Up the price, pay me Ayy Easy (easy), does it (does it) (yeah) These bitches ain't bussin' shit, these bitches busted (busted) You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (flooded) What's the price? These bitches want it, tell 'em, "Up it" (up it) Without the money I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance? (Yeah) You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah) What's the price? Up it (ah)