Download Kendrick Lamar Ft. Jay Rock – Money Trees Mp3
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Money Trees Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish)
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit’ it, ya bish? (Ya bish)
Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive)
From nine to five I know it’s vacant, ya bish (Ya bish)
Dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (Like rappers do)
Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool (They wasn’t cool)
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros)
Then Usher Raymond “Let It Burn” came on (“Let Burn” came on)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish)
Park the car, then we start rhymin’, ya bish (Ya bish)
The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind)
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs)
You lookin’ like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish)
A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish)
And that’s a lifestyle that 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 just how I feel
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
Nah, nah
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
That’s just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say fuck them niggas 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
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (Like rappers do)
Bump that new E-40 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)
Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish)
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head)
He said one day I’ll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish)
That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won’t be the same)
A Louis belt that never ease that pain (Won’t ease that pain)
But I’ma purchase when that day is jerkin’ (That day is jerkin’)
Pull off at Church’s, with Pirellis skirtin’ (Pirellis skirtin’)
Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish)
Hopin’ all of ’em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish)
They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of 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 just how I feel
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
Nah, nah
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
That’s just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say fuck them niggas 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
[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 the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurkin’, Blood
Bitches sellin’ pussy, niggas sellin’ drugs but it’s all good
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J’s and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
Dreams of me gettin’ shaded under a money tree
[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 just how I feel
[Skit]
PAULA DUCKWORTH: 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. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin’ good. Look, listen to him!
KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, ’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. Girl, I want your body, ’cause of that big ol’—
PAULA DUCKWORTH: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin’ off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back!
KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Did somebody say dominoes?
