Beyonce - Money Trees lyrics

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Beyonce - Money Trees lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Me and my n***as tryna get it, ya bish Hit this house lick tell me is you with 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 f**ed Sherene then went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Parked the car and 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 [Hook: JT & K Dot] It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison tell me what you doin' 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 Through can*ls and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel, now, now A dollar might just f** your main b**h that's just how I feel, now A dollar might, say f** them n***as that you came with that's just how I feel, now A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel, now A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel, now [Verse 2: Josh Tylers] Dreams of living life like rappers do Bump that new E-40 at the school You know big ballin with my homies Earl Stevens had us thinking rational Back to reality we poor, ya bish Another casualty at war, ya bish Two bullets in my uncle tony head He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish That Louie's Burger never be the same A louis belt will never ease that pain But I'm a purchase when that day is jerkin' Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin' Gang signs out the window, ya bish Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gone crash it when nobodies home [Hook] [Bridge x2: Beyonce] 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 [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Imagine Rock up in the projects where them n***as pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving My homeboy just domed a n***a, I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with c**aine 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 f** up out my way, b**h Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, b**h 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 a** From the gardens where the gra** ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood b**hes selling p**y, n***as selling d** but it's all good Broken promises, steal yo 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 [Hook] [Outro]

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