เพลง Money Trees

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ศิลปิน Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock

01 ม.ค. 56

เนื้อเพลง Money Trees

 

 

Money Trees (Feat. Jay Rock) - Kendrick Lamar

Uh, me and my niggas trying to get it, ya bish

Hit the 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 doing

 

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives 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

 

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 after 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 Louis 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 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

 

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

 

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

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, bish

Got that drum and got them bands

just like a parade, bish

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

 

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

 

 

 

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