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Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees Please subcribes and hit the bell! #KendrickLamar #MoneyTrees #MoneyTreesLyrics #hiphop #music #rapLyrics - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lyrics: Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive, was persuasive) From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool, they wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane then went to tell my bros (Tell my bros, tell my bros Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on ("Let it Burn" came on, "Let it Burn" came on) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind, free our mind) Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (Dollar signs, dollar signs) You looking like an easy come up, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (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 do 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 (now, now) A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel (now, now) A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel Dreams of living life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do) Bump that new E-40 at the school (Way at the school, way at the school) You know big ballin with my homies (My homies) Earl Stevens had us thinking rational (Thinking rational, that's rational) Back to reality we poor, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Two bullets in my uncle Tony head (My Tony head, my Tony head) He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) That Louie's Burger never be the same (Won't be the same, won't be the same) A louis belt will never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain) But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin', day is jerkin') Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin' (Pirelli's skirtin', Pirelli's skirtin') Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of gold, 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 do 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 (now, now) A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel (now, now) A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel (now) 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 hustlin' 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 I