Lyrical Breakdown of For The Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "For The Money" 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 "For The Money" 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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Some big boys in here (ay, ay, ay)
Big boy moves only, big boy talk only, nigga (ay, ay, ay)
Came for the money (ay, ay, ay), only came for the money (ay)
I only came for the money, only move for the money (ay, ay, M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Everybody want beef, niggas want smoke
Hos gettin' high, niggas on dope
Everybody got rich, then they went broke
Hos wanna shop, then they wanna pose
But I came for the money (but I came for the money)
Only came for the money (only came for the money)
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
Big boss want money (big boss want money)
Any nigga wanna leap, pussy nigga, jump
Take and run a mill', payoff in a lump
Winnin' is a thrill, all a nigga want
Leave it in the streets, find it in the trunk
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
Young niggas want money (young niggas want money)
Young nigga gettin' money (young nigga gettin' money)
A nigga did it for the team, got it off the muscle
Straight triple beam, time to touch the numbers
I'ma put it on the screen, pussy nigga, fuck you
New Cuban links, boy still a sucka
Champagne toast, Belaire buckets
A bad lil' bitch, bend it over, bust it
I got another bitch, she a thick Russian
Ready for the dick, always rushin'
One time for my clique, always hustlin'
Runnin' through a bitch like a brick in customs
Skyline blue like a Rolex face
Ridin' through the city on the Rolls-Royce skates
Money I'ma make, money on the table
Fuck her from the back, said the dick feel fatal
Feds comin' at me, can I plead my case?
Hos mad at me for the cheese I make
Everybody want beef, niggas want smoke
Hos gettin' high, niggas on dope
Everybody got rich, then they went broke
Hos wanna shop, then they wanna post
But I came for the money (but I came for the money)
Only came for the money (only came for the money)
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
Big boss want money (big boss want money)
Any nigga wanna leap, pussy nigga, jump
Take and run a mill', payoff in a lump
Winnin' is a thrill, all a nigga want
Leave it in the streets, find it in the trunk
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
Young niggas want money (young niggas want money)
Young nigga gettin' money (young nigga gettin' money)
Everybody want beef, I just want a boat
I just bought a yacht, free all my Zoes
Organized mind, organized crime
I'ma make it flip four or five time
She too live, money on time
Chanel in the air, confetti in the sky
Money on dial, buddy on trial
Body number ten, livin' so foul
Order my lobster, what am I, a mobster?
Got a whole safe full of Rolex watches
Don't even rock 'em, Cartier watchin'
Got the whole club full of bad bitch options
Stuffin' my pockets, I'm stuffin' my pockets
Still stuffin' my pocket, what you call profit?
I'm what you call profit, big yacht in the tropics
Everybody want beef, niggas want smoke
Hos gettin' high, niggas on dope
Everybody got rich, then they went broke
Hos wanna shop, then they wanna post
But I came for the money (but I came for the money)
Only came for the money (only came for the money)
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
Big boss want money (big boss want money)
Any nigga wanna leap, pussy nigga, jump
Take and run a mill', payoff in a lump
Winnin' is a thrill, all a nigga want
Leave it in the streets, find it in the trunk
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
A nigga came for the money (a nigga came for the money)
Young niggas want money
Young nigga gettin' money (huh)