Lyrical Breakdown of Get That Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get That Money" 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 "Get That 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 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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That lil' bitch she wanna fuck, I'm like yeah Yeah! Fuck a hater motherfucker get that money Fuck a hater motherfucker go get money I'm getting money Yeah, yeah! Run it up, run it up Get money, get money I'm running out of ones Throwing dubs, fifties, hundreds Fuck a bitch, I don't like Pass her around to my homies If I want it I can buy it Cause I'm keeping it on me I dedicate this one to Franklin MJ, I dedicate this one to Blanket As long as you come I will be waiting Woof on that pussy like a puppy Up, Up, Up! Babe, we can go up, up, up! Know dog gon suck, suck her up! And you, oh baby I'm about to Looking out for my baby, aye I been riding with my baby, aye Shoot at guys with my baby Ayy, I'ma die for my baby I'm gon multiply with my baby I might divide with my baby I'm so real I just might cruise out with my baby! Fuck a hater motherfucker get that money Fuck a hater motherfucker go get money I'm getting money Yeah, Yeah! Run it up, run it up Get money, get money I'm running out of ones Throwing dubs, fifties, hundreds Fuck a bitch, I don't like Pass her around to my homies If I want it I can buy it 'Cause I'm keeping it on me Go, Go, Go! There goes that money, chase it, chase it Go, Go, Go! Get it, don't let the feds erase it Where is the tissue I shitted? They can't take it Sike, I'm drinking Act little bitch I'm constipated Tempurpedic, my bitch booty Bottom of a boat, her coochie Rich Gang apparel, not Coogi Hundred twenty-seven bands on a Dually I'd rather throw bucks at strippers before they shred it 12 thought I was smokin', I swear, my gas unleaded Yeah! Pull my teeth no tooth fairy But, I got implants and yeah they ready Uh! How come when you sleep I'm scary? I take bae-cations, not vacations but my mama said Fuck a hater motherfucker get that money Fuck a hater motherfucker go get money I'm getting money Yeah, Yeah! Run it up, run it up Get money, get money I'm running out of ones Throwing dubs, fifties, hundreds Fuck a bitch, I don't like Pass her around to my homies If I want it I can buy it 'Cause I'm keeping it on me