Money Trees - Kendrick Lamar
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Me and my n***
*s tryna get i
t, ya bish
Hit the house
lick: tell me,
is you wit' i
t, ya bish?
Home invasion
was persuasive
From nine to f
ive I know it'
s vacant, ya b
ish
Dreams of livi
n' life like r
appers do
Back when cond
om wrappers wa
sn't cool
I fucked Shera
ne and went to
tell my bros
Then Usher Ray
mond "Let It B
urn" came on
Hot sauce all
in our Top Ram
en, ya bish
Park the car,
then we start
rhymin', ya bi
sh
The only thing
we had to fre
e our mind
Then freeze th
at verse when
we see dollar
signs
You lookin' li
ke a easy come
-up, ya bish
A silver spoon
I know you co
me from, ya bi
sh
And that's a l
ifestyle that
we never knew
Go at a revere
nd for the rev
enue
[Hook]
It go Halle Be
rry or hallelu
jah
Pick your pois
on, tell me wh
at you doin'
Everybody gon'
respect the s
hooter
But the one in
front of the
gun lives fore
ver
(The one in fr
ont of the gun
, forever)
And I been hus
tlin' all day
This-a-way, th
at-a-way
Through canals
and alleyways
, just to say
Money trees is
the perfect p
lace for shade
And that's jus
t how I feel,
nah, nah
A dollar might
just fuck you
r main bitch
That's just ho
w I feel, nah
A dollar might
say fuck them
n****s that y
ou came with
That's just ho
w I feel, nah,
nah
A dollar might
just make tha
t lane switch
That's just ho
w I feel, nah
A dollar might
#
turn to a mil
lion and we al
l rich
That's just ho
w I feel
[Verse 2]
Dreams of livi
n' life like r
appers do
Bump that new
E-40 after sch
ool
You know, Big
Ballin' With
My Homies
Earl Stevens h
ad us thinkin'
rational
Back to realit
y, we poor, ya
bish
Another casual
ty of war, ya
bish
Two bullets in
my Uncle Tony
head
He said one da
y I'll be on t
our, ya bish
That Louis Bur
ger never be t
he same
A Louis belt w
ill never ease
that pain
But I'ma purch
ase when that
day is jerkin'
Pull off at Ch
urch's, with P
irellis skirti
n'
Gang signs out
the window, y
a bish
Hopin' all of
'em offend you
, ya bish
They say your
hood is a pot
of gold
And we gon' cr
ash it when no
body's home
[Hook]
It go Halle Be
rry or hallelu
jah
Pick your pois
on, tell me wh
at you doin'
Everybody gon'
respect the s
hooter
But the one in
front of the
gun lives fore
ver
(The one in fr
ont of the gun
, forever)
And I been hus
tlin' all day
This-a-way, th
at-a-way
Through canals
and alleyways
, just to say
Money trees is
the perfect p
lace for shade
And that's jus
t how I feel,
nah, nah
A dollar might
just fuck you
r main bitch
That's just ho
w I feel, nah
A dollar might
say fuck them
n****s that y
ou came with
That's just ho
w I feel, nah,
nah
A dollar might
just make tha
t lane switch
That's just ho
w I feel, nah
A dollar might
#
turn to a mil
lion and we al
l rich
That's just ho
w I feel
[Bridge]
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
Love one of yo
u bucket-heade
d hoes? No way
!
Hit the street
s, then we bre
ak the code? N
o way!
Hit the brakes
when they on
patrol? No way
!
Be the last on
e out to get t
his dough? No
way!
Love one of yo
u bucket-heade
d hoes? No way
!
Hit the street
s, then we bre
ak the code? N
o way!
Hit the brakes
when they on
patrol? No way
!
[Verse 3]
Imagine Rock u
p in them proj
ects
Where them n****s pick your pockets
Santa Claus do
n't miss them
stockings
Liquors spilli
n', pistols po
ppin'
Bakin' soda YO
LA whippin'
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy jus
t dome'd a n**
**
I just hope th
e Lord forgive
him
Pots with coca
ine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
What else is a
thug to do
When you eatin
' cheese from
the government
?
Gotta provide
for my daughte
r n'em
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
Got that drum
and I got them
bands
Just like a pa
rade, bish
Drop that work
up in the bus
hes
Hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do, te
ll the truth
This the last
time you might
see my ass
From the garde
ns where the g
rass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
Bitches sellin
' pussy, n****
s sellin' drug
s
But it's all good
Broken promise
s, steal your
watch
And tell you what time it is
Take your J's
and tell you t
o kick it wher
e a FootLocker
is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
Dreams of me g
ettin' shaded
under a money
tree
[Hook]
It go Halle Be
rry or hallelu
jah
Pick your pois
on, tell me wh
at you doin'
Everybody gon'
respect the s
hooter
But the one in
front of the
gun lives fore
ver
(The one in fr
ont of the gun
, forever)
And I been hus
tlin' all day
This-a-way, th
at-a-way
Through canals
and alleyways
, just to say
Money trees is
the perfect p
lace for shade
N.C.
And that's just how I feel