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      Money Trees (Feat. Jay Rock)

      Money Trees (Feat. Jay Rock)

      Kendrick Lamar

      Album: Good Kid M.A.A.D City Deluxe Edition

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      Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (Feat. Jay Rock) Música y Letra

      Me and my niggas trying to get it, ya bish
      Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish
      Home invasion was persuasive
      From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
      Dreams of living life like rappers do
      Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
      I fucked Sherane then went to tell my bros
      Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on
      Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
      Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish
      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, ya bish
      A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
      And that's a lifestyle that 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
      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
      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
      
      Dreams of living life like rappers do
      Bump that new E-40 at the school
      You know big balling with my homies
      Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
      Back to reality we poor, ya bish
      Another casualty at war, ya bish
      Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
      He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish
      That Louie's Burger never be the same
      A Louis belt will never ease that pain
      But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking
      Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirting
      Gang signs out the window, ya bish
      Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish
      They say your hood is 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 doin'
      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
      Through 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
      
      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 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 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 doin'
      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
      Through canals and alleyways, just to say
      Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel

      Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (Feat. Jay Rock) Música y Letra

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