Money Trees Chords by Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock

[Em] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
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Me and my niggas tryna [F#m] get it, ya bitch.
[G] Hit that house, they tell me it's you did it, ya [C] bitch.
[G] Home invasion was [F#m] persuasive.
[Bm] From 9 to 5 I know [Em] it's faking, ya bitch.
Drank to living life [F#m] like rappers do.
[Bm] Back when condom [C] rappers wasn't [G] cool.
I fucked Sherane and went [F#m] to tell my [Bm] bros.
Then that Sherane and Let [Em] It Burn came on.
Hot sauce all in, I [F#m] top rhyming, ya bitch.
[G] Park the car, then we start rhyming, ya bitch.
The only thing we had [F#m] to free our [Bm] mind.
Then freeze that verse when we [Em] see dollar signs.
You looking like a [F#m] easy come up, ya bitch.
[G] A silver spoon I know you come from, ya [Em] bitch.
And that's a lifestyle that [F#m] we never knew.
[Bm] Go at a Revenant for [Em] the Revenant go.
_ Hallelujah, [F#m] pick [Bm] your poison tell me what you do. _
[Em] Everybody gon' respect the [F#m] shooter.
But the one in [Bm] front of the gun lives forever.
[Em] The one in front of the gun [F#m] lives forever.
And I [Bm] been hustling all day.
This [Em] a way, that a way.
Through canals and alleyways.
Just [F#m] to say money trees is [G] the perfect place for shade.
And [Em] that's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] Hey dollar [G] moochers, fuck your main bitch.
That's just how I feel.
_ [F#m] Hey dollar mic, say fuck [Bm] the moochers but you can't quit.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
Nah, [F#m] nah.
Hey dollar [G] mic, just make that lane switch.
That's just how I feel.
Nah, [Bm] hey dollar mic, turn to a million and we on bridge.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
Dreams of living life [F#m] like rappers do.
[G] Bump that new B40 at the school.
You know big ballin' with [F#m] my homies.
[Bm] Bro Stephens had us thinking [Em] rational.
Back to reality [F#m] we poor, ya bitch.
[G] Ain't nothing casualty at war, ya [C] bitch.
Two [G] bullets in my uncle [F#m] Tony head.
[Bm] He said one day I'll be [Em] on tour, ya bitch.
That Louisburgers never [F#m] be the same.
[Bm] A Louis belt'll never ease that pain.
[Em] But I'ma purchase when [F#m] that day is [Bm] jerkin'.
Pull off at churches with [Em] Pirelli skirtin'.
Gang signs out [F#m] the window, ya bitch.
[Bm] Hopin' all of em [Em] offend you, ya bitch.
They say your hood is [F#m] a pot of gold.
[Bm] And we gon' crash it when [G] nobody's home.
[Em] It's called hollyberry or holly blue.
[F#m] Pick [G] your prize and tell me what you do. _
[Em] [C] Everybody go respect the shooter.
[F#m] But the one in [Bm] front of the gun lives [Em] forever.
_ _ _ [F#m] And I [G] been hustlin' all day.
It's [Em] too late, better wait.
Blue [G] canals and alleyways just [F#m] to say.
Money trees is [Bm] the perfect place [G] to shade.
And [Em] that's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] Hey, dollar [G] mojo's fuckin' lame, bitch.
That's just how [Em] I feel.
[G] _ [F#m] Hey, dollar mic, [Bm] say fuckin' niggas that you came with.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] Hey, dollar [G] mojo's make that lame switch.
That's just how I feel.
_ [F#m] Hey, dollar mic, [Bm] turn to one million and [G] we all rich.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
Be the last one off to get the dough.
[F#m] No way.
Have one of [G] ya fuckhead head in hope.
No way.
Get the streets, then we break the code.
[F#m] No way.
Get the brakes, [Bm] then they on patrol.
[Em] No way.
Be the last one off to get the stone.
[F#m] No way.
Have one of [Bm] ya fuckhead head in hope.
No way.
[C] Get the streets, [G] then we break the code.
[F#m] No way.
Get the brakes, [Bm] then they on patrol.
[Em] I'm late
Imagine rock up in them projects where them [F#m] niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus [Bm] don't miss them stockings, niggas spilling [G] pistols, popping bacon
Soda, y'all are whipping, ain't no turkey [F#m] on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga, [Bm] I just hope [Em] the Lord forgive him
Pops with cocaine residue, everyday [F#m] I'm hustling
What else is [Bm] a thug to do when you eat cheese from [Em] the government?
Gotta put five for my daughter, then get the fuck up out [F#m] my way, bitch
Got that drum and [Bm] I got them bands, just like a [Em] parade, bitch
Lock that work up in the bushes, hope them boys [F#m] don't see my stash
If they do, [G] tell the truth, this the last time you [Em] might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents [F#m] lurking, bluh
Bitches selling [Bm] pussy, niggas selling drugs, [Em] but it's all good
Broken promises, still you're watching, tell you [F#m] what time it is
Take your J's [Bm] and tell you to kick it where a footlocker [Em] is
In the streets with a heater under [F#m] my dungarees
Dreams [Bm] of me getting shaded under [Em] a money plume
Holly Berry or Holly Blue
[F#m] Pick [Bm] your boys and tell me what you do _
[C] Everybody go respect the shooter
[Bm] But the one in front of the gun lives [Em] forever
The one in front of the gun [F#m] lives forever
And I've [G] been hustling all day, this a way, that [C] a way
Through canals and alleyways, just [F#m] to stay
Money trees is the [Bm] perfect place for shading, [N] that's just how I feel
Hey, just bring my car back man, I called in for another appointment
I figured you wasn't gonna be back here on time anyway, look
[D#] Shit, I just wanna get out the house man, this man is [E] on one
He's feeling good, and a motherfucker
[N] Shit, I'm trying to get my thing going too
He's going on another house, just bring my car back
Shit, he's faded, he's feeling good
Look, listen to him
Girl, I got a big old fat ass
Girl, girl, I want your body
I want your body, look at that big old fat ass
See, he has health
Shit, he ain't even tripping off them dominoes no more
Just bring the car back _