Lyrical Breakdown of Bugatti Boyz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bugatti Boyz" 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 "Bugatti Boyz" 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.
- 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 Rick Ross's narrative.
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You niggas paranoid,
I party gettin' money
I know I'm the shit my janitor be getting money
I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view
got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
pray for me, I grind everyday for it
if you see me riding in it, means I paid for it
Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours
I got money baby I could order 8 more
f-ck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more
I got a billion baby time to get 8 more
12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more
stack up all the cases of Ciroc on the 8th floor
[- Rick Ross] (Diddy in brackets)
Got a hundred million
(its time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel
(I may need me another one)
5 bad bitches
(just got me another one)
P Diddy run the city
(never be another one)
5 mill cash
(and I need another one)
rocking a different Rollie
(no this not the other one)
Stacking a number gettin' money
(nigga number one)
real n-ggas run the city
(never be another one)
these haters speculate
they always watching mine
she know what time it is
just like my watch line
my clothes line
the cologne bitch
I know you smell this money sitting on this throne bitch
I'm strong bitch
I own shit
gave myself a ten digit bonus
I'm the money man, never financed
go get this money baby, with yo fine ass
if ya nigga broke it's time to get another one
if oyu bitch is trippin' time to get another one
I'm Puff Daddy bitch there'll never be another one
Bugatti Boyz forever one
I feelin' the money
I'm lovin' the paper
n-gga hate in the hood
took his hoe to Jamaica
if I let down the top
let the breeze in my beard
VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs
my Columbian the man, holla beam me up Shawty
got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body
1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti
jewels like I'm Slick Rick
ballet shoes lade dade
I'm billin' myself, b-tch you do the same
f-ck what I spend at the bar
you should see how I came
keep my b-tch at her best
with one foot in the trap
if I bust at your chest I bet thats a wrap
take that