Lyrical Breakdown of Money Callin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I did this shit on my own nigga Word on the street that lil' nigga ill Word on the street that lil' nigga for real You ever counted so much money it gave you the chills Ran through a half of mill, we ain't got no record deal Sold my own dope, roll up my own smoke Started getting money, couldn't trust my own folks She got booty shots a notch, chyeah I don't know I fucked my own hoe and probably yours too nigga I learned how to weigh up dope when I was going to school nigga That's why I thought that it was cool to sell my dope at school, nigga You see me with your hoe you know what we about to do, nigga On the way to the Mary, y'all better act a fool with her Dolph On the way to the room, got a phone call Money on the line, had to drop that bitch off Just like that, I had your bitch ready to drop them draw Money on my phone and me and my nigga, we want it all What have you done for me lately? That's why it's fuck you, pay me It's like this money check be callin' me It's like this money check be callin' me Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, bitch leave it low Money on my phone, money in my home I got mud in these two cups I got money on my iPhone Shawty from the club asked me to give her a ride home Got to her crib and then she took a ride on my bone What have you done for me lately? (What?) Your phone number, I've misplaced it You got some good head, but I replaced it You got some good burn, so bitch don't waste it If it ain't got a dollar, I don't give a damn bout it 30 peas in the trunk but my license not valid You talk about the streets but you not 'bout it Every dough show is like a dope boy riot What have you done for me lately? (What?) Nigga fuck you, pay me I was fucked up until my plug saved me Nowadays, I got more customers than Macy What have you done for me lately? That's why it's fuck you, pay me It's like this money check be callin' me It's like this money check be callin' me Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, money in my home Money on my phone, bitch leave it low Money on my phone, money in my home