Lyrical Breakdown of Millionaire Row - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Millionaire Row" 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 "Millionaire Row" 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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Got to have money, money (M-M-M-)
And more motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money (M-M-M-)
It's all about the money right now
If you're broke, get the fuck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some swipes? Get that-
More motherfuckin' money (swipe, haan, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfuckin' money (get fuckin' money, swipe)
Yeah, nigga, don't quiet now (credit card swipe)
It's time to spend some money, nigga (swipe, hey, hey)
Count it 'til my finger numb
Fuck a money counter (shawty, count it, ayy, what's ya-)
I been poppin' them Teslas 'fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love 'cause they need somewhere to stay (ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
And if I nut on your stomach,
That's five mill' in your womb (baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck a tab, we don't chop it, cop the slab
Don't leave a comment, drop a bag (don't leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (bounce, bounce)
Little mama's a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)
More motherfuckin' money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherfuckin' money
I fucked a bitch, then she pissed, rapper niggas gon' diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, networth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty-million a tour (ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the cars, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that's if you've mastered the art
It's time to fuck a few bitches
Fuck 'em malicious
She love to get nasty, it's like a fuckin' Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin' chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that's appealin'
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
More motherfuckin' money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money