Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (Lyrics)

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» Money Trees Lyrics: [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish, ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive, was persuasive) From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool, they wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros, tell my bros) Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on, "Let Burn" came on) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind, free our mind) Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs, see dollar signs) You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew, we never knew) Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise] It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus how I feel [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise] Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's jus' how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's jus' how I feel

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do) Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school, way after school) You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies” (My homies) Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational, that's rational) Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head, my Tony head) He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same, won't be the same) A Louis belt that never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain) But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin', that day is jerkin') Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin', Pirellis skirtin') Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) They say your hood is a pot o' gold (A pot o' gold, a pot o' gold) And we gon' crash it when nobody's home [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise] It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus' how I feel

[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise] Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's jus' how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's jus' how I feel

[Bridge: Anna Wise] Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! [Verse 3: Jay Rock] 'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings; liquors spillin', pistols poppin' Bakin' soda YOLA whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin' My homeboy just dome'd a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter n'em—get the fuck up out my way, bish! Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bish! Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash If they do, tell the truth, this...