Lyrical Breakdown of Everybody On The Floor (Feat The Game) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Everybody On The Floor (Feat The Game)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Everybody On The Floor (Feat The Game)" 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.

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F**k up some money some more I'm all in the club with your ho Bad bi**hes on the pole All this money on the floor Money, everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor F**k up some money some more I'm all in the club with your ho Bad bi**hes on the pole 50 thousand on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor (1 – Quavo) Quavo yeah, it's Migos and Game in the club, ni**a Order up a whole dub, ni**a, if you're broke I can't f**k with yah No way broke ni**a, only real ni**as in my section Thank the Lord for my blessings, I'm dripping dab, salad dressing When I'm in LA I feel like Blake Griffin Shout out to my trap, ni**as in the kitchen You came in with your bi**h, now you say she missing where? QC the label and we independent, Quavo the lieutenant Look up in the air, it's a money shower Look down at my Rollie, can't tell the hour My diamonds so wet, think I need a towel I'm trapping a bomb like the Twin Towers When you get money, it come with the power Young ni**a came from having the sour, 3 hoes in the shower Beat it, I kill it, call me Michael Myers (Repeat) (2 – Takeoff) F**k up some money some more In the club spilling Actavis all on my Louboutin toe Young Rich Nation that's the clothing Young ni**a run up a check like Usain Bolt My wrist spinning in the pot like a merry go I got the game in the walls of Jericho You ni**as rookies and I'm a professional Now roll up a Backwood and stuff it with cookie dough Hop out that Bentley, I'm rich And diamonds dancing soon as a ni**a hit the door Show out the money like a coin toss I bet the bi**hes going to hit the floor My ni**as, their thots and they like chico Went to Puerto Rico, plug name Rico It's my way, my ni**a, but no Carlito Ni**as try to bite the swag and I'ma take it back like repo We put that flow in the industry You ni**as know and you better remember me I hear y'all bitch ass ni**as gossiping Just call me Elmo cause y'all ni**as tickle me All these diamonds look refrigerated It costs 30 thousand just to look at me Drinking Actavis, I put a pint off in a can, now we call that oil sheen (Repeat) (3 – Game) Used to get my chickens from Tijuana so I been f**king with amigos Yeah ni**a it's killing season, I'm paid in full, I'm rico They tryna hit me with the R.I.C.O, but I'm lowkey with them kilos That 8-Ball fat as Cee-Lo til they barged in like Chico They ain't find shit but Nemo, had to take a break like free throws You ain't get your dick s**ked today, that's no neck, Benzino Left eye in that peephole, got me sipping all on this Clicquot Ni**as sell they put the Glock nine in your ego Yeah I grew up whipping the baking soda Had to shave an onion just to make my quota I was playing ball, knocked out a cop Can't talk about it cause the case is open Business a game til the rape is open Two desert Eagles, that's chain smoking Yeah, ni**as bark like ni**as hard But wanna sue a ni**a when his face swollen On my own I'm too legit, Maserati with the kick I got 20-20 vision, I see diamonds on my wrist I see mami with the s**t, and she pop it while she strip Everybody taking shots, I'm too caught up on a strip, ni**a (Repeat)