Money Trees Lyrics
| Song | Money Trees |
| Artist | Black Hippy |
| Artist | Jay Rock |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Album | Black Hippy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:28] | Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish |
| [00:31] | Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? |
| [00:34] | Home invasion was persuasive |
| [00:38] | From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish |
| [00:41][02:18] | Dreams of livin' life like rappers do |
| [00:44] | Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool |
| [00:48] | I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros |
| [00:52] | Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on |
| [00:55] | Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish |
| [00:59] | Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish |
| [01:02] | The only thing we had to free our mind |
| [01:05] | Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs |
| [01:09] | You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish |
| [01:12] | A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish |
| [01:15] | And that's a lifestyle that we never knew |
| [01:18] | Go at a reverend for the revenue |
| [01:21][03:10][05:27] | It go Halle Berry or hallelujah |
| [01:25][03:13][05:30] | Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' |
| [01:28][03:17][05:33] | Everybody gon' respect the shooter |
| [01:31][03:20][05:37] | But the one in front of the gun lives forever |
| [01:36][03:24][05:40] | (The one in front of the gun, forever) |
| [01:39][03:28][05:44] | And I been hustlin' all day |
| [01:41][03:30][05:46] | This-a-way, that-a-way |
| [01:42][03:31][05:48] | Through canals and alleyways, just to say |
| [01:45][03:34][05:50] | Money trees is the perfect place for shade |
| [01:47][03:37] | And that's just how I feel, nah, nah |
| [01:53][03:42] | A dollar might just fuck your main bitch |
| [01:55][02:09][03:44][03:57] | That's just how I feel, nah |
| [01:58][03:47] | A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with |
| [02:02][03:51] | That's just how I feel, nah, nah |
| [02:05][03:55] | A dollar might just make that lane switch |
| [02:12][04:00] | A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich |
| [02:15][04:04] | That's just how I feel |
| [02:21] | Bump that new E-40 after school |
| [02:24] | You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies” |
| [02:27] | Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational |
| [02:30] | Back to reality, we poor, ya bish |
| [02:34] | Another casualty of war, ya bish |
| [02:38] | Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head |
| [02:40] | He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish |
| [02:44] | That Louis Burger never be the same |
| [02:47] | A Louis belt will never ease that pain |
| [02:51] | But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' |
| [02:54] | Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' |
| [02:58] | Gang signs out the window, ya bish |
| [03:01] | Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish |
| [03:05] | They say your hood is a pot of gold |
| [03:08] | And we gon' crash it when nobody's home |
| [04:05][04:19] | Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! |
| [04:09][04:22] | Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! |
| [04:12][04:25] | Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! |
| [04:15][04:29] | Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! |
| [04:32] | Imagine Rock up in them projects |
| [04:34] | Where them niggas pick your pockets |
| [04:36] | Santa Claus don't miss them stockings |
| [04:37] | Liquors spillin', pistols poppin' |
| [04:39] | Bakin' soda YOLA whippin' |
| [04:41] | Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin' |
| [04:42] | My homeboy just dome'd a nigga |
| [04:44] | I just hope the Lord forgive him |
| [04:46] | Pots with cocaine residue |
| [04:47] | Every day I'm hustlin' |
| [04:49] | What else is a thug to do |
| [04:51] | When you eatin' cheese from the government? |
| [04:53] | Gotta provide for my daughter n'em |
| [04:54] | Get the fuck up out my way, bish |
| [04:56] | Got that drum and I got them bands |
| [04:58] | Just like a parade, bish |
| [04:59] | Drop that work up in the bushes |
| [05:01] | Hope them boys don't see my stash |
| [05:03] | If they do, tell the truth |
| [05:05] | This the last time you might see my ass |
| [05:06] | From the gardens where the grass ain't cut |
| [05:08] | Them serpents lurkin', Blood |
| [05:10] | Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs |
| [05:13] | But it's all good |
| [05:14] | Broken promises, steal your watch |
| [05:15] | And tell you what time it is |
| [05:17] | Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is |
| [05:20] | In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees |
| [05:23] | Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree |
| [05:53] | And that's just how I feel |
| [00:28] | Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish |
| [00:31] | Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? |
| [00:34] | Home invasion was persuasive |
| [00:38] | From nine to five I know it' s vacant, ya bish |
| [00:41][02:18] | Dreams of livin' life like rappers do |
| [00:44] | Back when condom wrappers wasn' t cool |
| [00:48] | I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros |
| [00:52] | Then Usher Raymond " Let It Burn" came on |
| [00:55] | Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish |
| [00:59] | Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish |
| [01:02] | The only thing we had to free our mind |
| [01:05] | Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs |
| [01:09] | You lookin' like a easy comeup, ya bish |
| [01:12] | A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish |
| [01:15] | And that' s a lifestyle that we never knew |
| [01:18] | Go at a reverend for the revenue |
| [01:21][03:10][05:27] | It go Halle Berry or hallelujah |
| [01:25][03:13][05:30] | Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' |
| [01:28][03:17][05:33] | Everybody gon' respect the shooter |
| [01:31][03:20][05:37] | But the one in front of the gun lives forever |
| [01:36][03:24][05:40] | The one in front of the gun, forever |
| [01:39][03:28][05:44] | And I been hustlin' all day |
| [01:41][03:30][05:46] | Thisaway, thataway |
| [01:42][03:31][05:48] | Through canals and alleyways, just to say |
| [01:45][03:34][05:50] | Money trees is the perfect place for shade |
| [01:47][03:37] | And that' s just how I feel, nah, nah |
| [01:53][03:42] | A dollar might just fuck your main bitch |
| [01:55][02:09][03:44][03:57] | That' s just how I feel, nah |
| [01:58][03:47] | A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with |
| [02:02][03:51] | That' s just how I feel, nah, nah |
| [02:05][03:55] | A dollar might just make that lane switch |
| [02:12][04:00] | A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich |
| [02:15][04:04] | That' s just how I feel |
| [02:21] | Bump that new E40 after school |
| [02:24] | You know, " Big Ballin' With My Homies" |
| [02:27] | Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational |
| [02:30] | Back to reality, we poor, ya bish |
| [02:34] | Another casualty of war, ya bish |
| [02:38] | Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head |
| [02:40] | He said one day I' ll be on tour, ya bish |
| [02:44] | That Louis Burger never be the same |
| [02:47] | A Louis belt will never ease that pain |
| [02:51] | But I' ma purchase when that day is jerkin' |
| [02:54] | Pull off at Church' s, with Pirellis skirtin' |
| [02:58] | Gang signs out the window, ya bish |
| [03:01] | Hopin' all of ' em offend you, ya bish |
| [03:05] | They say your hood is a pot of gold |
| [03:08] | And we gon' crash it when nobody' s home |
| [04:05][04:19] | Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! |
| [04:09][04:22] | Love one of you bucketheaded hoes? No way! |
| [04:12][04:25] | Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! |
| [04:15][04:29] | Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! |
| [04:32] | Imagine Rock up in them projects |
| [04:34] | Where them niggas pick your pockets |
| [04:36] | Santa Claus don' t miss them stockings |
| [04:37] | Liquors spillin', pistols poppin' |
| [04:39] | Bakin' soda YOLA whippin' |
| [04:41] | Ain' t no turkey on Thanksgivin' |
| [04:42] | My homeboy just dome' d a nigga |
| [04:44] | I just hope the Lord forgive him |
| [04:46] | Pots with cocaine residue |
| [04:47] | Every day I' m hustlin' |
| [04:49] | What else is a thug to do |
| [04:51] | When you eatin' cheese from the government? |
| [04:53] | Gotta provide for my daughter n' em |
| [04:54] | Get the fuck up out my way, bish |
| [04:56] | Got that drum and I got them bands |
| [04:58] | Just like a parade, bish |
| [04:59] | Drop that work up in the bushes |
| [05:01] | Hope them boys don' t see my stash |
| [05:03] | If they do, tell the truth |
| [05:05] | This the last time you might see my ass |
| [05:06] | From the gardens where the grass ain' t cut |
| [05:08] | Them serpents lurkin', Blood |
| [05:10] | Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs |
| [05:13] | But it' s all good |
| [05:14] | Broken promises, steal your watch |
| [05:15] | And tell you what time it is |
| [05:17] | Take your J' s and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is |
| [05:20] | In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees |
| [05:23] | Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree |
| [05:53] | And that' s just how I feel |
| [00:28] | Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish |
| [00:31] | Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? |
| [00:34] | Home invasion was persuasive |
| [00:38] | From nine to five I know it' s vacant, ya bish |
| [00:41][02:18] | Dreams of livin' life like rappers do |
| [00:44] | Back when condom wrappers wasn' t cool |
| [00:48] | I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros |
| [00:52] | Then Usher Raymond " Let It Burn" came on |
| [00:55] | Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish |
| [00:59] | Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish |
| [01:02] | The only thing we had to free our mind |
| [01:05] | Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs |
| [01:09] | You lookin' like a easy comeup, ya bish |
| [01:12] | A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish |
| [01:15] | And that' s a lifestyle that we never knew |
| [01:18] | Go at a reverend for the revenue |
| [01:21][03:10][05:27] | It go Halle Berry or hallelujah |
| [01:25][03:13][05:30] | Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' |
| [01:28][03:17][05:33] | Everybody gon' respect the shooter |
| [01:31][03:20][05:37] | But the one in front of the gun lives forever |
| [01:36][03:24][05:40] | The one in front of the gun, forever |
| [01:39][03:28][05:44] | And I been hustlin' all day |
| [01:41][03:30][05:46] | Thisaway, thataway |
| [01:42][03:31][05:48] | Through canals and alleyways, just to say |
| [01:45][03:34][05:50] | Money trees is the perfect place for shade |
| [01:47][03:37] | And that' s just how I feel, nah, nah |
| [01:53][03:42] | A dollar might just fuck your main bitch |
| [01:55][02:09][03:44][03:57] | That' s just how I feel, nah |
| [01:58][03:47] | A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with |
| [02:02][03:51] | That' s just how I feel, nah, nah |
| [02:05][03:55] | A dollar might just make that lane switch |
| [02:12][04:00] | A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich |
| [02:15][04:04] | That' s just how I feel |
| [02:21] | Bump that new E40 after school |
| [02:24] | You know, " Big Ballin' With My Homies" |
| [02:27] | Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational |
| [02:30] | Back to reality, we poor, ya bish |
| [02:34] | Another casualty of war, ya bish |
| [02:38] | Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head |
| [02:40] | He said one day I' ll be on tour, ya bish |
| [02:44] | That Louis Burger never be the same |
| [02:47] | A Louis belt will never ease that pain |
| [02:51] | But I' ma purchase when that day is jerkin' |
| [02:54] | Pull off at Church' s, with Pirellis skirtin' |
| [02:58] | Gang signs out the window, ya bish |
| [03:01] | Hopin' all of ' em offend you, ya bish |
| [03:05] | They say your hood is a pot of gold |
| [03:08] | And we gon' crash it when nobody' s home |
| [04:05][04:19] | Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! |
| [04:09][04:22] | Love one of you bucketheaded hoes? No way! |
| [04:12][04:25] | Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! |
| [04:15][04:29] | Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! |
| [04:32] | Imagine Rock up in them projects |
| [04:34] | Where them niggas pick your pockets |
| [04:36] | Santa Claus don' t miss them stockings |
| [04:37] | Liquors spillin', pistols poppin' |
| [04:39] | Bakin' soda YOLA whippin' |
| [04:41] | Ain' t no turkey on Thanksgivin' |
| [04:42] | My homeboy just dome' d a nigga |
| [04:44] | I just hope the Lord forgive him |
| [04:46] | Pots with cocaine residue |
| [04:47] | Every day I' m hustlin' |
| [04:49] | What else is a thug to do |
| [04:51] | When you eatin' cheese from the government? |
| [04:53] | Gotta provide for my daughter n' em |
| [04:54] | Get the fuck up out my way, bish |
| [04:56] | Got that drum and I got them bands |
| [04:58] | Just like a parade, bish |
| [04:59] | Drop that work up in the bushes |
| [05:01] | Hope them boys don' t see my stash |
| [05:03] | If they do, tell the truth |
| [05:05] | This the last time you might see my ass |
| [05:06] | From the gardens where the grass ain' t cut |
| [05:08] | Them serpents lurkin', Blood |
| [05:10] | Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs |
| [05:13] | But it' s all good |
| [05:14] | Broken promises, steal your watch |
| [05:15] | And tell you what time it is |
| [05:17] | Take your J' s and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is |
| [05:20] | In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees |
| [05:23] | Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree |
| [05:53] | And that' s just how I feel |
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