Lyrical Breakdown of Money Over Bitches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Over Bitches" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Money Over Bitches" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.

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If the Navi outside, I might be there Black hoodie, black .9, black wifey airs Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm goin', goin', back, back To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns 'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin' the shots I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The L.O.X. Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells In case niggaz want drama in hell Yeah, so when Compton niggaz And Fillmoe niggaz get together Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig' Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me, man Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me man Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz I'm in the streets where they goin' savage One, two, so we dance on the rooftop Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops Figure eight an' by the corner sto' Niggarali from killer Cali, you gotta let 'em know Yeah, ya hit me on my Sidekick Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit They got me diggin' in my files Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab Stackin' up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board? Damn right, another album on the board Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me, man Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me man Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game Count rubber band grands I'm out big on the under with my fam bam And I hover the lands To expand, I'm from the gutter, grime and sand No jams, the flam's all busted The dames want the bucks when they see you stuffed in Your pockets, 'til they get them some But testin' my pocket, only gets you none 'Cause I got a pimp mentality The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my salary They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam All types of baguettes and bezels We shine like life's best rebels 2005, me and my crew just pile the pots Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me, man Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me man Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game