Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees lyrics

[Verse 1]

Me and my niggas tryna get it you bitch

Get the house lit tell me is you with it you bitch

Home invasion was persuasive

From nine to five I know it's vacant you bitch

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool

I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond “Let it Burn” came on

Hot sauce in my Top Ramen, ya bitch

Parked the car and then we started rhyming

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 you bitch

A silver spoon I know you come from you bitch

And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew

Go at a reverend for the revenue


[Hook]

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

And I been hustlin all day, this a way, that a way

Thru canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel

A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that’s just how I feel

A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that’s just how I feel

A dollar might, just make that lane switch that’s just how I feel

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

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[Verse 2]

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 pour

Another casualty of war

Two bullets in my uncle tony head

He said one day I’d be on tour

That Louie’s Burger never be the same

A louis belt will never ease that pain

But I’mma purchase one that day is?

Pull off at Church’s with?

Gang signs out the window

Hoping all of em offend you

They say your hood is a pot of gold

And we gone crash it when nobodies home


[Hook]


[Jay Rock]

Imagine Jay up in the projects

Where them niggas pick your pockets

And the clothes 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 hustling

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, bitch

Got that drum and got them bass

Just like a parade, bitch

Drop that work up in the bush

And just 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 promise sister tell you what time it is

Take your J’s 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






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