Money Trees
作词 : Lamar, Kendrick
作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick
Me and my niggas tryna git it, ya bish
Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' 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 ****ed Sherane and 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
(The one in front of the gun, 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
Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel
Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel
Nah, 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 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'll 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 Pirellis skirting
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gon' 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
(The one in front of the gun, 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
Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel
Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel
Nah, 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 niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
Liquor spillin', 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 ******* residue
Every day 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 **** up out my way, bish
Got that drum and I 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
*****es selling *****, 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
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money TreesLRC歌词
[00:00.00] 作词 : Lamar, Kendrick
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick
[00:14.61]Me and my niggas tryna git it, ya bish
[00:17.90]Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' it, ya bish
[00:21.06]Home invasion was persuasive
[00:24.62]From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
[00:28.06]Dreams of living life like rappers do
[00:31.46]Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
[00:34.67]I ****ed Sherane and went to tell my bros
[00:37.83]Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on
[00:41.44]Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
[00:44.55]Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish
[00:47.92]The only thing we had to free our mind
[00:51.18]Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
[00:54.74]You looking like an easy come up, ya bish
[00:57.82]A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
[01:01.27]And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
[01:04.64]Go at a reverend for the revenue
[01:06.33]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
[01:10.75]Pick your poison, tell me what you doing
[01:14.09]Everybody gon' respect the shooter
[01:16.57]But the one in front of the gun lives forever
[01:20.94](The one in front of the gun, forever)
[01:23.81]And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
[01:27.21]Through canals and alleyways, just to say
[01:29.53]Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
[01:34.83]Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel
[01:41.34]Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel
[01:47.79]Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel
[01:54.58]Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel
[02:01.61]Dreams of living life like rappers do
[02:04.77]Bump that new E-40 after school
[02:07.96]You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies"
[02:11.27]Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
[02:14.62]Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
[02:17.94]Another casualty of war, ya bish
[02:21.25]Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
[02:24.75]He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish
[02:28.02]That Louis Burger never be the same
[02:31.28]A Louis belt will never ease that pain
[02:34.47]But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking
[02:37.87]Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirting
[02:41.52]Gang signs out the window, ya bish
[02:45.00]Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish
[02:48.03]They say your hood is a pot of gold
[02:51.40]And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[02:53.20]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
[02:57.25]Pick your poison, tell me what you doing
[03:00.65]Everybody gon' respect the shooter
[03:03.18]But the one in front of the gun lives forever
[03:07.10](The one in front of the gun, forever)
[03:10.47]And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
[03:13.99]Through canals and alleyways, just to say
[03:16.24]Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
[03:21.57]Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel
[03:28.07]Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel
[03:34.50]Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel
[03:41.42]Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel
[03:47.07]Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
[03:49.94]Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
[03:53.20]Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
[03:56.52]Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
[04:00.00]Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
[04:03.26]Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
[04:06.71]Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
[04:09.92]Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
[04:13.24]Imagine Rock up in them projects
[04:15.30]Where them niggas pick your pockets
[04:16.77]Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
[04:18.36]Liquor spillin', pistols popping
[04:19.85]Baking soda YOLA whipping
[04:21.65]Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
[04:23.32]My homeboy just domed a nigga
[04:24.84]I just hope the Lord forgive him
[04:26.85]Pots with ******* residue
[04:28.31]Every day I'm hustlin'
[04:29.91]What else is a thug to do
[04:31.45]When you eatin' cheese from the government?
[04:33.30]Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
[04:34.95]Get the **** up out my way, bish
[04:36.59]Got that drum and I got them bands
[04:38.24]Just like a parade, bish
[04:39.99]Drop that work up in the bushes
[04:41.53]Hope them boys don't see my stash
[04:43.05]If they do, tell the truth
[04:44.77]This the last time you might see my ass
[04:46.73]From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
[04:48.79]Them serpents lurking, blood
[04:50.07]*****es selling *****, niggas selling drugs
[04:52.45]But it's all good
[04:53.42]Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
[04:56.50]Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
[04:59.84]In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
[05:03.63]Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree
[05:06.66]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
[05:09.66]Pick your poison, tell me what you doing
[05:13.95]Everybody gon' respect the shooter
[05:16.43]But the one in front of the gun lives forever
[05:20.19](The one in front of the gun, forever)
[05:23.69]And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
[05:26.93]Through canals and alleyways, just to say
