Money Trees lyrics
[Verse 1]
Me and my niggas tryna get it you bitch Get the house lit tell me is you with it you bitch Home invasion was persuasive From nine to five I know it's vacant you bitch Dreams of living life like rappers do Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond “Let it Burn” came on Hot sauce in my Top Ramen, ya bitch Parked the car and then we started rhyming 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 you bitch A silver spoon I know you come from you bitch And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew Go at a reverend for the revenue [Hook] 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 Thru 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 [Verse 2] 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 pour Another casualty of war Two bullets in my uncle tony head He said one day I’d be on tour That Louie’s Burger never be the same A louis belt will never ease that pain But I’mma purchase one that day is jerkin Pull off at Church’s with? Gang signs out the window Hoping all of em offend you They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gone crash it when nobodies home [Hook] [Jay Rock] Imagine Rock up in the projects Where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Clause 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, bitch Got that drum and got them bands Just like a parade, bitch Drop that work up in the bushes And just 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 promise sister tell you what time it is Take your J’s 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
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