Kendrick Lamar - Money trees

Me and my n****s tryna get it, ya ^Gbish Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya ^Fbish? Home invasion was persua^G#sive From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya ^F#bish Dreams of livin' life like rappers ^Gdo Back when condom wrappers wasn't ^Fcool I fucked Sherane and went to tell my ^G#bros Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came ^F#on Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya ^Gbish Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya ^Fbish The only thing we had to free our ^G#mind Then freeze that verse when we see dollar ^F#signs You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya ^Gbish A silver spoon I know you come from, ya ^Fbish And that's a lifestyle that we never ^G#knew Go at a reverend for the ^F#revenue

It go ^F#mHalle Berry or halle^Fmlujah Pick your ^Gmpoison, tell me what you ^Emdoin' Everybody ^F#mgon' respect the shooter ^Fm But the one in front ^Gmof the gun lives forever^Em (The ^F#mone in front of the gun, for^Fmever) ^GmAnd I been hustlin' ^Emall day ^F#mThis-a-way, ^Fmthat-a-way ^GmThrough canals and alleyways, ^Emjust to say ^F#mMoney trees is the perfect place for ^Fmshade And ^Gmthat's just how I feel, ^Emnah, nah A ^F#mdollar might just fuck your main bitch^{Fm Gm}That's just how I feel, ^Emnah A ^F#mdollar might say fuck them n****s that you ^Fmcame with ^GmThat's just how I feel, ^Emnah, nah A ^F#mdollar might just make that ^Fmlane switch ^GmThat's just how I feel,^Em nah A ^F#mdollar might turn to a million and we ^Fmall rich ^GmThat's just how I feel

Dreams of livin' life like rappers ^Gdo Bump that new E-40 after ^Fschool You know, Big Ballin' With My ^G#Homies Earl Stevens had us thinkin' ratio^F#nal Back to reality, we poor, ya ^Gbish Another casualty of war, ya ^Fbish Two bullets in my Uncle Tony ^G#head He said one day I'll be on tour, ya ^F#bish That Louis Burger never be the ^Gsame A Louis belt will never ease that ^Fpain But I'ma purchase when that day is ^G#jerkin' Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis ^F#skirtin' Gang signs out the window, ya ^Gbish Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya ^Fbish They say your hood is a pot of ^G#gold And we gon' crash it when nobody's ^F#home

It go ^F#mHalle Berry or halle^Fmlujah Pick your ^Gmpoison, tell me what you ^Emdoin' Everybody ^F#mgon' respect the shooter ^Fm But the one in front ^Gmof the gun lives forever^Em (The ^F#mone in front of the gun, for^Fmever) ^GmAnd I been hustlin' ^Emall day ^F#mThis-a-way, ^Fmthat-a-way ^GmThrough canals and alleyways, ^Emjust to say ^F#mMoney trees is the perfect place for ^Fmshade And ^Gmthat's just how I feel, ^Emnah, nah A ^F#mdollar might just fuck your main bitch^{Fm Gm}That's just how I feel, ^Emnah A ^F#mdollar might say fuck them n****s that you ^Fmcame with ^GmThat's just how I feel, ^Emnah, nah A ^F#mdollar might just make that ^Fmlane switch ^GmThat's just how I feel,^Em nah A ^F#mdollar might turn to a million and we ^Fmall rich ^GmThat's just how I feel

^GBe the last one out to get this dough? ^F#No way! ^GLove one of you bucket-headed hoes? ^F#No way! ^GHit the streets, then we break the code? ^F#No way! ^GHit the brakes when they on patrol? ^F#No way! ^GBe the last one out to get this dough? ^F#No way! ^GLove one of you bucket-headed hoes? ^F#No way! ^GHit the streets, then we break the code? ^F#No way! ^GHit the brakes when they on patrol? ^F#No way!

I^Gmagine Rock up in them projects ^GWhere them n****s pick your pockets ^FSanta Claus don't miss them stockings ^FLiquors spillin', pistols poppin' ^GBakin' soda YOLA whippin' ^GAin't no turkey on Thanksgivin' My ^Fhomeboy just dome'd a n**** ^FI just hope the Lord forgive him ^GPots with cocaine residue ^GEvery day I'm hustlin' What ^Felse is a thug to do When you ^Featin' cheese from the government? Gotta ^Gprovide for my daughter n'em Get the ^Gfuck up out my way, bish Got that ^Fdrum and I got them bands ^FJust like a parade, bish ^GDrop that work up in the bushes ^GHope them boys don't see my stash ^FIf they do, tell the truth ^FThis the last time you might see my ass ^GFrom the gardens where the grass ain't cut Them ^Gserpents lurkin', Blood ^FBitches sellin' pussy, n****s sellin' drugs But ^Fit's all good ^GBroken promises, steal your watch And ^Gtell you what time it is ^FTake your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is ^GIn the streets with a heater under my Dungarees ^GDreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree

It go ^F#mHalle Berry or halle^Fmlujah Pick your ^Gmpoison, tell me what you ^Emdoin' Everybody ^F#mgon' respect the shooter ^Fm But the one in front ^Gmof the gun lives forever^Em (The ^F#mone in front of the gun, for^Fmever) ^GmAnd I been hustlin' ^Emall day ^F#mThis-a-way, ^Fmthat-a-way ^GmThrough canals and alleyways, ^Emjust to say ^F#mMoney trees is the perfect place for ^Fmshade And ^Gmthat's just how I feel