Lyrical Breakdown of Millions - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Millions, put it in the casket and buried it Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians Ayy, I suppose it's a proposal (I suppose it's a proposal) Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks) Ayy, blowin' O's just like Cheerios Pakistanian bitch wanna lay with me (ayy) I been in the trenches Slangin' since a nigga was three I've been on the road On a plane Take a pic with me Bitch, I took a picture Try to frame me Try to riddle me (ha), ayy Made a million bucks but I didn't touch the key, ayy I done tore it up now shawty lovin' me (swear), ayy I done ran it up and now she fuck with me Now she wanna make a baby Now she wan' be stuck with me (bitch) Nasty ass bitch (ha) Trippin' tryna kiss me After suckin' niggas dicks (ayy) I can't put no hickey on your titties or your lips (facts) Fuck it, where your head? I ain't even tryna hit (swear) All my cars fast I ain't even try to dip (try) I ain't no Dorito type of nigga I stack chips (racks) Ain't no pussy eatin' type of nigga You ain't dip Bitch, your mamacita tryna fuck us off the rip Ten racks, hunnid racks Millions, put it in the casket and buried it Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians Ayy, I suppose it's a proposal (I suppose it's a proposal) Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks) Ayy, blowin' O's just like Cheerios (slime) Hunchback, Cadillac (slime) Daddy Fat Sax My bitch a brat (slime) I been in the trenches fuckin' nats (slime) All the hood hoes need love Gotta give it back (slime) Yeah, pay the bitches homage (homage) All my niggas with me, one hunnid (hunnid) All the opps die every summer (swear) All the Glocks Give 'em to my mama (on God) All the K's (yeah) At the hide' (brr) I'm a stunna With the racks I'm a slimeball 'til I die (slime) All the freaky hoes come outside (all your hoes come) All the nasty bitches outside (yeah) You can't run You can't even stay inside (you can't even stay inside) Get you killed Got a show in the Chi (woo) Thumb through it fast Got this bitch sayin', "God, nigga" Millions, put it in the casket and buried it Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians Ayy, I suppose it's a proposal (I suppose it's a proposal) Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks) Ayy, blowin' O's just like Cheerios (slime)