Lyrical Breakdown of M.O.M (Money on My Mind) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "M.O.M (Money on My Mind)" 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 "M.O.M (Money on My Mind)" 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.
This lyrical analysis of "M.O.M (Money on My Mind)" not only celebrates Young Thug's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
Sitting up so high, feel like my nose bleed (my nose bleed)
I left that lil' money in my old jeans
And speaking of alphabets, I know OGs (OGs!)
Offshore accounts, overseas
No tint, so you know it's me
Mind on that money, mind on that money
Money on mind, money on my mind
Money on my mind, money-money on my mind (thugger!)
Mind on that money, nah, mind on that money
Money one mind, money on my mind
(Money on my mine, got the racks on my mind)
Got them racks on me, the long way
Hunnid's on me, they tailing me to throw me
I feel like I'm on moon way long, baby
Take this, take that like they the (?), baby
Me and Quan like Jay and Ye', Watch the Throne, baby
Creepin in that black truck, just like the song say
Hey, and that car was from Malone, baby
She my ex, just like (?), oh I'm gunning real
I told the boy, I got a tip if it's dub seal
You been pussy, I see your whisker, 'bout as long as a seal
She look at me, I look by (?), like a Navy Seal
You cry, swear to God, I'mma try fuck yo kids
Beatin on my chest, just like I'm Willie B
Swiss bank accounts, my lightskin ho look like Alicia Keys
Clean up my cars then bring them out, push button, don't need a key
And like the first Sunday in April, I'm on Easter pink
Double cup better have ice in it, homie heating ice with it
I'm killing these niggas every every song im on, they say homie need a life sentence
And all my hoes tryna' fight bitches
Call a girl a ho, don't dyke bitches
Find your spot in the dark, no night vision
Cuase I'm good as icy, you feel me?
Name two niggas you know who done came up this fast
Play game, bitch and who blew on that hard dropping lil bad
I get dough, nigga, don't get mad
Let me bring it pronto, that's your ass
No (?), no cause you know I drop cash
I'm sitting on the car, got 'em mad cause