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Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar feat. Jay Rock
Money Trees
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Verse 1]
G
Me and my n****s tryna get it, ya bish
F
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish?
G#
Home invasion was persuasive
F#
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
G#
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
F#
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on
G
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
F
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish
G#
The only thing we had to free our mind
F#
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
G
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish
F
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
G#
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
F#
Go at a reverend for the revenue
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
[Verse 2]
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F
Bump that new E-40 after school
G#
You know, Big Ballin' With My Homies
F#
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
G
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
F
Another casualty of war, ya bish
G#
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
F#
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish
G
That Louis Burger never be the same
F
A Louis belt will never ease that pain
G#
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
F#
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin'
G
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
F
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
G#
They say your hood is a pot of gold
F#
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
[Bridge]
G F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
G F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
[Verse 3]
G
Imagine Rock up in them projects
G
Where them n****s pick your pockets
F
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
F
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
G
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'
G
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
F
My homeboy just dome'd a n****
F
I just hope the Lord forgive him
G
Pots with cocaine residue
G
Every day I'm hustlin'
F
What else is a thug to do
F
When you eatin' cheese from the government?
G
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
G
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
F
Got that drum and I got them bands
F
Just like a parade, bish
G
Drop that work up in the bushes
G
Hope them boys don't see my stash
F
If they do, tell the truth
F
This the last time you might see my ass
G
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
G
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
F
Bitches sellin' pussy, n****s sellin' drugs
F
But it's all good
G
Broken promises, steal your watch
G
And tell you what time it is
F
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
G
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
G
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm
And that's just how I feel
------------------
version 2
Tuning:E A D G B E
Key:Em
Capo:no capo
Each strum in the strumming
Pattern is a different chord.
[Intro]
Em G A Bm (x4)
[Verse 1]
Em G
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish)
A Bm Em
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish)
G
Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive)
A Bm Em
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish)
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do)
A Bm Em
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool)
G
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros)
A Bm Em
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on)
G
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish)
A Bm Em
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish)
G
The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind)
A Bm Em
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs)
G
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish)
A Bm Em
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish)
G
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew)
A Bm
Go at a reverend for the revenue
[Chorus]
Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
G A Bm
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
G A Bm
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
G A
And I been hustlin' all day
Bm Em
This-a-way, that-a-way
G
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
A Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel
[Refrain]
Nah, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Em
That's just how I feel, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Em
That's just how I feel, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Em
That's just how I feel
[Verse 2]
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do)
A Bm Em
Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school)
G
You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies” (My homies)
A Bm Em
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational)
G
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish)
A Bm Em
Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish)
G
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head)
A Bm Em
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish)
G
That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same)
A Bm Em
A Louis belt will never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain)
G
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin')
A Bm Em
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin')
G
Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish)
A Bm Em
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish)
G
They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of gold)
A Bm
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[Chorus]
Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
G A Bm
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
G A Bm
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
G A
And I been hustlin' all day
Bm Em
This-a-way, that-a-way
G
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
A Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel
[Refrain]
Nah, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Em
That's just how I feel, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Em
That's just how I feel, nah
G A Bm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Em
That's just how I feel
[Bridge]
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G A Bm
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Em
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G A Bm
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Em
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G A Bm
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Em
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G A Bm
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
[Verse 3]
Em
Imagine Rock up in them projects
Where them niggas pick your pockets
G
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
A Bm
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Em
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
G
My homeboy just dome'd a nigga
A Bm
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em
Pots with cocaine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
G
What else is a thug to do
A Bm
When you eatin' cheese from the government?
Em
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
G
Got that drum and I got them bands
A Bm
Just like a parade, bish
Em
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stash
G
If they do, tell the truth
A Bm
This the last time you might see my ass
Em
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
G A
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs
Bm
But it's all good
Em
Broken promises, steal your watch
And tell you what time it is
G A Bm
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
Em
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
G A Bm
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
[Chorus]
Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
G A Bm
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
G A Bm
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
G A
And I been hustlin' all day
Bm Em
This-a-way, that-a-way
G
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
A Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel
------------------
version 3
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Chords]
Em F#m Gmaj7 Cmaj7 F#m/B Gmaj7/B
e|-7--5---7-----------5------------------------------------------------------|
B|-8--7---7----8------7-----7------------------------------------------------|
G|-9--6---7----9------6-----7------------------------------------------------|
D|-9--4---5----9------x-----5------------------------------------------------|
A|-7-----------x------x-----x------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------8------7-----7------------------------------------------------|
Em F#m
Me and my n****s tryna get it, ya bish
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish?
F#m/B
Home invasion was persuasive
Gmaj7/B Em
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
F#m
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
F#m/B
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
Gmaj7/B Em
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on
F#m
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish
F#m/B
The only thing we had to free our mind
Gmaj7/B Em
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
F#m
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
F#m/B
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Gmaj7/B
Go at a reverend for the revenue
[Hook]
Em F#m
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gmaj7
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Cmaj7
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gmaj7
And I been hustlin' all day
Cmaj7
This-a-way, that-a-way
F#m/B
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Gmaj7/B
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Gmaj7
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Cmaj7
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Gmaj7/B
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Cmaj7
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Em
That's just how I feel
[Verse 2]
F#m
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
Bump that new E-40 after school
F#m/B
You know, Big Ballin' With My Homies
Gmaj7/B Em
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
F#m
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
Another casualty of war, ya bish
F#m/B
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
Gmaj7/B Em
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish
F#m
That Louis Burger never be the same
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
A Louis belt will never ease that pain
F#m/B
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
Gmaj7/B Em
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin'
F#m
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Gmaj7 Cmaj7
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
F#m/B
They say your hood is a pot of gold
Gmaj7/B Em
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[Hook]
Em F#m
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gmaj7
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Cmaj7
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gmaj7
And I been hustlin' all day
Cmaj7
This-a-way, that-a-way
F#m/B
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Gmaj7/B
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Gmaj7
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Cmaj7
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Gmaj7/B
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Cmaj7
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Em
That's just how I feel
[Bridge]
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
F#m Gmaj7
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Cmaj7
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
F#m/B Gma7/B
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Em
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
F#m Gmaj7
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Cmaj7
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
F#m/B Gmaj7
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
[Verse 3]
Em
Imagine Rock up in them projects
Where them n****s pick your pockets
F#m
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
Gmaj7
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Cmaj7
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
F#m/B
My homeboy just dome'd a n****
Gmaj7/B
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em
Pots with cocaine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
F#m
What else is a thug to do
Gmaj7
When you eatin' cheese from the government?
Cmaj7
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
F#m/B
Got that drum and I got them bands
Gmaj7/B
Just like a parade, bish
Em
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stash
F#m
If they do, tell the truth
Gmaj7
This the last time you might see my ass
Cmaj7
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
Bitches sellin' pussy, n****s sellin' drugs
But it's all good
Em
Broken promises, steal your watch
And tell you what time it is
F#m Gmaj7 Cmaj7
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
[Hook]
Em F#m
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gmaj7
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Cmaj7
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
F#m/B Gmaj7/B
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gmaj7
And I been hustlin' all day
Cmaj7
This-a-way, that-a-way
F#m/B
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Gmaj7/B
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
N.C.
And that's just how I feel
------------------
version 4
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Main Riff]
Listen For Timing
Ita Just Am Bm Em to C Bm Em
Intro
E|--------------------------------|
B|----5---------7-------8---------|
G|----5---------7-------9---------|
D|----5---------7-------9---------|
A|----7---------9-------7---------|
E|----5---------7-------0---------|
E|--------------------------------|
B|---8--------7---------8---------|
G|---9--------7---------9---------|
D|--10--------7---------9---------|
A|--10--------9---------7---------|
E|---8--------7---------0---------|
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 'n' '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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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 'n' '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?
| p Pull-off
| / Slide up
| ~ Vibrato
| h Hammer-on
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