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Money Trees
Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock
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Uh, me and my **** tryna get it, ya bish
Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it, ya bish?
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five, I know it's vacant, ya bish
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
I **** Sherane and went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
Park the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You looking like an easy come up, ya bish
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue
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 **** lives 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
Nah, nah
A dollar might just **** your main ****, that's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say, "**** them **** that you came with"
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Bump that new E-40 after school
You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies"
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
Another casualty at war, ya bish
Two bullets in my uncle Tony head
He said one day, I'll be on tour, ya bish
That Louis Burgers never be the same
A Louis belt that never ease that pain
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
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 **** lives 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
Nah, nah
A dollar might just **** your main ****, that's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say, "**** them **** that you came with"
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel, nah
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 ****? 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 ****? No way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
'Magine Rock up in them projects, where them **** pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spillin', **** poppin'
Baking soda YOLA whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just domed a ****, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with **** 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 nem, get the **** 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 the last time you might see my ****
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin', blood
**** sellin' ****, **** sellin' 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 gettin' shaded under a money tree
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 **** lives 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
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