Money Trees Lyrics

Money Trees Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar


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Money Trees Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

Me and my niggas 

tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Hit this house lick 

Tell me is you with it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive)

From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Dreams of living 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 then went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros

 

Then Usher Raymond 

Let it Burn came on (Let it Burn" came on, Let it Burn came on)

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Parked the car then we start rhyming, 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 (dollar signs, dollar signs)

You looking like an 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

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

 

Pick your poison tell me what you do

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 just how I feel (now, now)

A dollar might, just fuck

 Your main bitch that's just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel (now, now)

A dollar might, just make that lane 

Switch that's just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, turn to a million and 

We all rich that's just how I feel

 

Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)

Bump that new E-40 at the school (way at the school, way at the school)

You know big ballin' with my homies (my homies)

Earl Stevens had us thinking rational (Thinking 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'd be on tour, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

That Louis Burger never be the same (won't be the same, won't be the same)

A louis belt will 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, day is jerkin)

Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin (Pirelli's skirtin, Pirelli's skirtin)

Gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

 

Hoping all of 'em offend you, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

They say your hood is a pot of gold (a pot of gold, a pot of gold)

And we gone crash it when nobodies home

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you do

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 just how I feel (now, now)

A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel (now, now)

 

A dollar might, just make that lane 

Switch that's just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel

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

 

Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping

Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving

My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustlin'

 

What else is a thug to do 

When you eatin' cheese from the government?

Gotta provide for my daughter and 'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch

Got that drum and got them 

Bands just like a parade, bitch

Drop that work up in the bushes

Hope them boys don't see my stash

 

If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass

From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood

Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it's all good

Broken promises, steal yo' watch and tell you what time it is

Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is

In the streets with a heater under my dungarees

 

Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you do

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 just how I feel

Kendrick, just bring my car back, man

 

I called in for another appointment

I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyways

Look, shit, shit

I just wanna get out the house, man

This man is on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker

Shit, I'm tryna get my thing goin', too

I'm going to Marilyn house, just bring my car back

Shit, he faded

He feelin' good

 

Look, listen to him! ('cause you got a big ol' fat ass)

Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass

See, he high as hell

Shit, he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes no more

Just bring the car back! Did somebody say dominoes?

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Money Trees Lyrics Info

Song         Money Trees    

Singer       Kendrick Lamar  

Track         6.57