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Money Trees

Artist:Kendrick Lamar  Album:good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe)  Composer:Kendrick Duckworth, D. Natche, J. McKinzie, V. Garance, A. Legrand & A. Scally 

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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 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, 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 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) 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 Burger 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) 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 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



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