Lyrical Breakdown of Monday Thru Sunday - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Monday Thru Sunday" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.

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Turn it up, Kesha (Oogie Mane, he killed it) Yeah, yeah Check, ha You know who I'm fuckin' with *Phone ring* Slatt, slatt, slatt (Beep) [?] (Beep, beep) Hundred thousand [?] (Go, go) Yeah, yeah (Beep) Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt (Beep) Skrrt-skrrt (Check it out) These niggas so cap, ain't G, uh (Yeah) Got a lil' bitch in my seat, yeah She holdin' the piece (Holdin' it), ooh Got a lil' bitch in my team, yeah She holdin' the heat, yeah (What? Whoa, what?) Put a lil' bitch on a jet (Yeah, what? Yeah) Quarter million in a week (Phew) All of these hoes are wet (What?) Told a lil' bitch, "Come see" (Yeah, bitch, come see) All of my drip (What?) All of my niggas are gunners (What?) All of my niggas are gunners (What?) Niggas, they runnin' (What? Hold up) Countin' the money (What? What?) Monday through Sunday (Hold up, hold up) Countin' the money (What? Whoa) Monday through Sunday, yeah, ooh (Monday through Sunday) Chasin' those hundreds Chasin' that money (Yeah) Monday through Sunday (Uh, uh) A nigga be on it (What? What?) A nigga be on it (Phew) A nigga be on it We countin' this money (What? Yeah) Monday through Sunday, uh My diamonds, they lookin' too sunny (What? Whoa) I be your dad (What?) These niggas, they lookin' like sonny (Yeah, yeah) Run through that money, uh, uh Diamonds Dasani, uh, uh Carats and bunnies Cut through the cutlass (Yeah) Hop out the frog (What?) We ain't got a budget (What?) Young Gunna a dog (Check it out) You lil' niggas puppies The Rollie is flooded (Yeah, yeah) Sky-Dweller a hundred (Huh) All of my cups, they be muddy (Yeah) The shit that you doin', we done done it (Check it out) Put VVs inside a Bulgari I ice out the skeleton, look like Carti (On gang) I got 75K for a party (Gang) Came with me and two hoes in a 'Rari (Yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, what? What? Ooh, what?) Niggas more cap than G (Yeah) These niggas like cap, they G (Ooh) These niggas more cap than G (What?) These niggas more cap than G (What?), ooh Fuck a lil' bitch in my seat, yeah (Yeah) You do more cap than G (What?) Hop in a frog then leap (Leap) Hop in a frog then leap (Leap) Got a lil' tool in the seat (Bitch) All this juice on me (What?) Got a lil' bitch with me (Me) Got a lil' bitch with me Got a lil' bitch on me Ridin' in a new two-seats (Got it) They caressin' my feet Yung Gunna stackin' these Gs Fuck that bitch like one, two, three (Ooh) Make her count receipts Better put your thot on a leash (Bitch) Yeah, she tryna fuck wit' me Ayy, yeah, yeah, spend that cash through the week (Beep) Goin' on shoppin' sprees (Bands) Rock Off-White in my sleep (Yung Gunna) I just left the mall, uh, ooh, RIP, yeah Rockin' Vlone jeans, I keep drip on me (Yeah) Vlone jeans (Hold up, hold up) Drip on me (Hold up, hold up) When I'm on the scene (Hold up, hold up) TMZ (Hold up, hold up) Follow me (Hold up, hold up) Make her follow me (Hold up, hold up) Up there on the status but I'm on the street (Check it out) Up there on the status, bitch, I'm in the street (Hold up) Keep it in the bookbag, I keep the heat You don't wanna get toetagged, get out the streets Count up a quarter million just in a week (What? What? Yeah) Quarter million in a week, uh All of these hoes are wet (Hold up) Told a lil' bitch, "Come see" (Yeah) All of my drip All of my niggas are gunners All of my niggas are gunners (What?) Niggas, they runnin' (What?) Countin' the money (What? What?) Monday through Sunday (What? What?) Countin' the money (What? What?) Monday through Sunday (What? What?, uh) Chasin' those hundreds Chasin' that money (Yeah) Monday through Sunday (Uh, uh) A nigga be on it (What? What?) A nigga be on it (Phew) A nigga be on it We countin' this money (What? Yeah) Monday through Sunday, uh My diamonds they lookin' too sunny (What? What?) I be your dad (What?) These niggas, they lookin' like sonny (Yeah, yeah)