Lyrical Breakdown of Bag Of Money (feat. T-Pain) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bag Of Money (feat. T-Pain)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bag Of Money (feat. T-Pain)" 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 Rick Ross employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Maybach Music Money over everything Self-made, but right now shorty You looking like money Talking 'bout real money Huh (Maybach Music) My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money That bitch bad looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money That bitch bad looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me She got me caught up in the moment She got me caught up in the moment I only kiss her when she on it Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money That bitch bad looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money That bitch bad looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga I can tease you til' you hate me but you hate them naval kisses We can do like 8 positions Hit it til' your make up missin' Baby girl my stroke official And you know I paint that picture Hoes on my line, most of 'em 9s Couple of 'em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find And I aint always on the prowl It's just my soda mixed with brown Got me quite open for a while So let me in or let me out And I like my marijuana bright And I like my window tinted out Shout out them strippers who hustle Get yours, you know what this about I just might throw a big amount Don't know if I'm 'posed to take you out I just know I'm 'posed to praise you up Dont mean I ain't 'posed to take you down Word up My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me My bitch bad looking like a bag of money E'rry time she fuck me she say can I have some money? And I say, "Can I get a threesome?" She say, "Boy, you funny" But I be like foreal, just pick up that phone Call on one of your girls When I'm on that pill and I pop that purp Girl I put in that work Long as she come to me first It's 14 racks, what I put on that purse Shit, that Birkin bag make the old dude mad When I murk through passed in a dark blue jag Say she like my style but I talk too fast And I got that drive and she just might crash Hold up She say she fuckin' with me the long way She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way Something mean, look exactly just like the song say My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I fuck her good and she always ride it for me She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment) She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment) I only kiss her when she on it Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning Maybach Music