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Artiste:
Kendrick Lamar
Titre:
Money Trees
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Me and my n*ggas tryna get it, ya bish Hit this house then 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 Compton rappers wasn't cool I f*cked Sherene then went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on Hot sauce all in my Top Ramen, ya bish Parked the car, then we started 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 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 Through 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 f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feel A dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas 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 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 of 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'ma 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 nobody's home 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 Through 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 f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feel A dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas 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 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 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 Imagine Rock up in them projects Where them n*ggas 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*gga I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue Everyday I'm hustling What else is a thug to do? When you eat cheese from the government Gotta provide for my daughter an' 'em Get the f*ck up out my way, b*tch Got that drum and I got them bass Just like a parade, b*tch 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 ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut Them serpents lurking blood B*tches selling pussy, n*ggas selling drugs 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 Footlocker is In the streets with a heater under my dungarees Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree 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 Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel Kendrick, just bring my car back man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house man. This man, on one, he feeling good as a mother fucker. Shit, I’m trynna get my thing going too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feeling good. Look, listen to him Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat ass See he high as hell, and he ain’t even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back Did somebody say dominoes?