Money Trees Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock

Money Trees Lyrics by Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock is the latest English song lyrics written by Kendrick Duckworth, Johnny Mckinzie, Alex Kristian Scally, Alexie Legrand, Christopher Jason Coady, Natche Dahi, Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand and produced by DJ Dahi.

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Money Trees Song Details

Song: Money Trees
Singer: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock
Written: Kendrick Duckworth, Johnny Mckinzie, Alex Kristian Scally, Alexie Legrand, Christopher Jason Coady, Natche Dahi, Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand
Producer: DJ Dahi

Money Trees Lyrics

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 living life like rappers do (like rappers do)
Back when condom wrappers wasn′t cool (they wasn’t cool)
I f**ked 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 rhyming, 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 looking like an 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

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doing
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 hustling 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 f**k your main bitch, that’s just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might say f**k 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

Dreams of living 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)
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 will 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)
Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish (ya bish)
They say your hood is a pot of gold (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 doing
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 hustling 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 f**k your main bitch, that’s just how I feel

Nah, a dollar might say f**k 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

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 them projects
Where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings
Liquor spillin′, 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
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 f**k up out my way, bitch
Got that drum and I 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 your 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 doing
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 hustling 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′s on one, he feeling good than a motherf**ker
Shit, I′m tryna get my thing going too, just bring my car back (girl, I want your body, I want your body)
Shit, he faded, he feeling 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 (girl, I want your body, ’cause of that big ol-)
Just bring the car back
Did somebody say dominoes?

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