money trees (kendrick lamar, jay rock) (sped up version|Explicit) - sped up viral

Lyrics by：Kendrick Lamar/D. Natche/Johnny McKinzie/V. Garance/A. Legrand/A. Scally

Composed by：Kendrick Lamar/D. Natche/Johnny McKinzie/V. Garance/A. Legrand/A. Scally

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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 ****** 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 a 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

Or hallelujah

Pick your ****** tell me what you doin'

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 jus how I feel

I feel

Nah nah

A dollar might just **** your main *****

That's jus' how I feel

I feel nah

A dollar might say **** them

Niggas that you came with

That's jus' how I feel

I feel

Nah nah

A dollar might just make that lane switch

That's jus' how I feel

I feel

Nah

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich

That's jus' how I feel

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'

That 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 your 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 hallelujah

Pick your ****** tell me what you doin'

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 jus' how I feel

I feel

Nah nah

A dollar might just **** your main *****

That's jus' how I feel

I feel nah

A dollar might say **** them

Niggas that you came with

That's jus' how I feel

I feel

Nah nah

A dollar might just make that lane switch

That's jus' how I feel

I feel

Nah

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich

That's jus' how I feel

Be the last one out to get this dough

No way

Love one of you bucket headed ****

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 ****

No way

Hit the streets then we break the code

No way

Hit the brakes when they on patrol

No way

'Magine rock up in them projects

Where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa claus don't miss them stockings

Liquors spillin' pistols poppin'

Bakin' soda to yola whippin'

Ain't no turkey on thanks givin'

My homeboy just dome'd 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 ***

From the gardens where the grass ain't cut

Them serpents lurkin'

Blood

******* sellin' *****

Niggas sellin' ***** 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 foot locker is

In the streets with a heater under my dungarees

Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your ****** tell me what you doin'

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 jus' how I feel

I feel

Kendrick just bring my car back man

I-I called in for another appointment

I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyway

Look **** ****

I just wanna get out the house man

This man is on one

He feelin' good as a ************

**** I'm tryna get my thing goin' too

I'm going to Merlin' house

Just bring my car back

**** he faded

He feelin' good

Look listen to him

'Cause you got a big ol' fat ***

Girl girl

I want your body

I want your body

'Cause of that big ol' fat ***

Girl I want your body

'Cause of that big ol'

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