Lyrical Breakdown of Dirty Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dirty Money" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dro weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dirty 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 Young Dro 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 Dro's narrative.
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Dirty, dirty money, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All the dirty money, all the dirty money
Fingernails dirty, running through a birdie
And the 1st coming, and the 1st coming
Fuck what you heard, order up a bird
Tell them boys run it, tell them boys run it
Blue cheese, nigga, blue cheese, nigga
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Dirty, dirty money, dirty, dirty money
I'm wrapping keys, spending rapper, rapper shit
On that Activis, on that trapper shit
Pocket full of green, cabbage, cabbages
For the cash hang you over balconies
When I spray, I spray your whole faculty
Football pockets, nigga go and tackle me
Hulk Hogan bricks, go and wrastle me
WWE, bubbly, bubbly key
Trap bumping on the 1st and 15th
Pussy nigga why don't you come and fuck with me?
Break down, I ain't fucking 'round
Get my partner pound, buy another pound
And the chopper hold bout a 100 rounds
Blam, blam, blam, gun you down
Dirty fingernails, counting dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
All the dirty money, all the dirty money
Fingernails dirty, running through a birdie
And the 1st coming, and the 1st coming
Fuck what you heard, order up a bird
Tell them boys run it, tell them boys run it
Blue cheese, nigga, blue cheese, nigga
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Dirty, dirty money, dirty, dirty money
All the dirty money, all the dirty money
Chopper hold bout a 100 rounds
Blam, blam, blam, gun you down
Flipping, flipping keys, tell em I'm up again, let me re-up again
I'm buying 40 blocks, selling 40 blocks, let me re-up again
Nothing but fish scale sitting up in the truck again
I got the Act boy, tell them jack boys I'mma bus-bus-bust again
Yeah, they call me a birdie player
I got them dirty nails
I got that dirty money
Tell your bitch "go to hell"
Tell the car, "bring it home"
Tell the feds, "Dro ain't at home"
I know they be tapping my line, I don't even play the phone
It's ringing, it's ringing, it's ringing
My pinky ring blinging, it's blinging
If a nigga try to play me for the players I'mma nut up like semen, semen, semen
I got them whole thangs sitting up in a Porsche car
And my bitch sitting up in a Testarossa car
I got my fingernails dirty from the dirty money, dirty money, rolling broads
All the dirty money, all the dirty money
Fingernails dirty, running through a birdie
And the 1st coming, and the 1st coming
Fuck what you heard, order up a bird
Tell them boys run it, tell them boys run it
Blue cheese, nigga, blue cheese, nigga
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Dirty, dirty money, dirty, dirty money
All the dirty money, all the dirty money
Chopper hold bout a 100 rounds
Blam, blam, blam, gun you down