Lyrical Breakdown of Oil Money Gang (feat. Jadakiss) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Oil Money Gang (feat. Jadakiss)" 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 "Oil Money Gang (feat. Jadakiss)" 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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Uh, Mastermind It's going further my nigga It ain't even about being a dope boy my nigga We talking oil money, oil money, yeah It's amazing to be alive when niggas wants you to die Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in their eyes I'mma stunt harder, I'mma shop more Black bell boy, Persian rugs at the door Giving niggas jobs, living like the mob A scotch in the soda anastasia.com People talking 'bout me, say I got a body Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby? Big four-fifths spliffs at the boat split Tip toein' through the city, Alvin Ailey with a brick Settin' new milestones, gettin my style on Down in Coconut Grove where niggas don't smile long City full of barbarians, wet you like an aquarius Only beautiful bitches, they tell me the more the merrier Fascinatin' faces, now it's top jewelers Pina colada daiquiris Fontainebleau on a Tuesday Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Segal Only fat nigga in vintage Moschino Attempted murder, I refuse to exile So it's club LIV til I'm exed out A gold casket my final request Bangin' at em like my child they want molest Therefore I pray I live a hundred years Be a crutch for my kids all through their wonder years Oil money fuck up a hundred mill That's just a yacht and a crib, nigga dying to live Champagne, spillin' the opulence Side bitches remain anonymous Got a condo on Collins, another on Sunny Isle Makin sure you get around cause these niggas will gun you down Got my daughter a Fendi purse then I took her to Disney World All I give her is game, digesting my every word Tired and chartered a plane, oil money the game Classics stay on my feet, Double M on my chain All I think is about oil money These niggas barely gettin' tour money It's gonna be aight, it's gonna be aight Don't even worry 'bout nothing Gon' talk that shit for a minute Put the dutch out, light a cuban up Dim the lights if you want, cause we already shinin' You know? yeah Tryna get a grip, but you just can't clutch it When the money is in the circle, the squares can't touch it Reaping the benefits from the years that we suffered If they dont know nothin' else they know I'm not to be fucked with Chillin' on the deck, brainstorming on the check You don't see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette Keep your ho still 'fore I nail her Money on my mind while I hold still for the tailor Three man weave, I dump it off to the trailer If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sealer We pop bottles, have the shots of the tequila Might see me in something you can't cop from the dealer Probably gon' rang, Gareth Pugh and Belstaff Work coming in, I sit on some and sell half Made it to the top over night, that's why you fell fast Best head I got in my life, for a Chanel bag This is heaven on earth shit, give me my hell pass Niggas tryna copy my style, but they don't sell swag Nah, vacationing on in the Maldives Room service come to you on a boat, child please Don't get me confused though, cause I'll squeeze Niggas know I get huge dough and wild k's I will forever cash in Oil money mean the wealth's everlasting What?