Money Trees Songtext
Me and my n*ggas tryna get it, ya bish
Hit this house then 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 Compton rappers wasn't cool
I f*cked Sherene then went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on
Hot sauce all in my Top Ramen, ya bish
Parked the car, then we started 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 do
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 f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feel
A dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas 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 ballin' with my homies
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
Another casualty of 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'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'
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 nobody's 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
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 f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feel
A dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas 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
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 n*ggas 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 n*gga
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue
Everyday I'm hustling
What else is a thug to do?
When you eat cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter an' 'em
Get the f*ck up out my way, b*tch
Got that drum and I got them bass
Just like a parade, b*tch
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
B*tches selling pussy, n*ggas 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 do
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, 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, on one, he feeling good as a mother fucker.
Shit, I’m trynna get my thing going too. Just bring my car back.
Shit, he faded. He feeling good. Look, listen to him
Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that 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, and he ain’t even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore.
Just bring the car back
Did somebody say dominoes?
Hit this house then 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 Compton rappers wasn't cool
I f*cked Sherene then went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on
Hot sauce all in my Top Ramen, ya bish
Parked the car, then we started 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 do
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 f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feel
A dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas 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 ballin' with my homies
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
Another casualty of 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'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'
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 nobody's 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
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 f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feel
A dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas 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
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 n*ggas 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 n*gga
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue
Everyday I'm hustling
What else is a thug to do?
When you eat cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter an' 'em
Get the f*ck up out my way, b*tch
Got that drum and I got them bass
Just like a parade, b*tch
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
B*tches selling pussy, n*ggas 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 do
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, 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, on one, he feeling good as a mother fucker.
Shit, I’m trynna get my thing going too. Just bring my car back.
Shit, he faded. He feeling good. Look, listen to him
Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that 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, and he ain’t even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore.
Just bring the car back
Did somebody say dominoes?
Money Trees Video
