Money Trees Song Lyrics

Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)Hit the house lick, tell me, is you wit’ it, ya bish? (Ya bish, ya bish)Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive)From nine to five I know it’s vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Dreams of livin’ 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 and went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros)Then Usher Raymond “Let It Burn” came on (“Let Burn” came on, “Let Burn” came on)

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)Park the car, then we start rhymin’, 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 (see dollar signs, see dollar signs)

You lookin’ 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 hallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doin’Everybody gon’ respect the shooterBut 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-wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade, and that’s jus’ how I feel

Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitchThat’s jus’ how I feel, nahA dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came withThat’s jus’ how I feel, nah, nahA dollar might just make that lane switchThat’s jus’ how I feel, nahA dollar might turn to a million and we all richThat’s jus’ how I feel

Dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)Bump that new E-40 after school (way after school, way after school)You know, “Big Ballin’ With My Homies” (my homies)Earl Stevens had us thinkin’ rational (thinkin’ 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’ll be on tour, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

That Louis Burgers never be the same (won’t be the same, won’t be the same)A Louis belt that 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 Pirellis skirtin’ (Pirellis skirtin’, Pirellis skirtin’)

Gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)Hopin’ all of ’em offend you, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)They say yo’ hood is a pot o’ gold (a pot o’ gold, a pot o’ gold)And we gon’ crash it when nobody’s home

It go Halle Berry or hallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doin’Everybody gon’ respect the shooterBut 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-wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade, and that’s jus’ how I feel

Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitchThat’s jus’ how I feel, nahA dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came withThat’s jus’ how I feel, nah, nahA dollar might just make that lane switchThat’s jus’ how I feel, nahA dollar might turn to a million and we all richThat’s jus’ how I feel

Be the last one out to get this dough? No wayLove one of you bucket headed hoes? No wayHit the streets, then we break the code? No wayHit the brakes when they on patrol? No way

‘Magine Rock up in ’em projects where ’em niggas pick your pocketsSanta Claus don’t miss ’em stockings, liquors spillin’, pistols poppin’Bakin’ soda YOLA whippin’, ain’t no turkey on Thanksgivin’My homeboy just dome’d a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine 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 ‘nem get the fuck-up out my way, bitchGot that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bitch

Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don’t see my stashIf they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my assFrom the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurkin’, BloodBitches sellin’ pussy, niggas sellin’ drugs, but it’s all good

Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it isTake your J’s and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker isIn the streets with a heater under my DungareesDreams of me gettin’ shaded under a money tree

It go Halle Berry or hallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doin’Everybody gon’ respect the shooterBut 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-wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade, and that’s jus’ how I feel

Kendrick, just bring my car back, man, I-I called in for another appointmentI figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anywayLook, shit-shit, I just wanna get out the house, manThis man is on one, he feelin’ good as a motherfucker

Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin’, too, I’m goin’ to Merlin’ houseJust bring my car back, shit, he faded, he feelin’ good, look, listen to him (body, I want your body)‘Cause you got a big ol’ fat assGirl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, ’cause of that big ol’ fat ass(Girl) see, he high as hell, shit, and he ain’t even trippin’ off them dominoes no moreJust bring the car back, did somebody say dominoes?