Money Trees - Kendrick Lamar ft. Jay Rock & Anna Wise (SUBTITULADO) Chords

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Me and my niggas tryna [F#m] get it, ya bitch.
[G] It's that house they tell me it's you, get it, ya [C] bitch.
[G] Home invasion, [F#m] what's persuasive?
[Bm] From 9 to 5, I know [Em] it's faking, ya bitch.
Drank the living life [F#m] like rappers do.
[G] Back when condom rappers wasn't [C] cool.
I fucked Shireen and went [F#m] to tell my bros.
[Bm] Then that Shireen and Let [Em] It Burn came on.
Hot sauce all and I [F#m] topped ramen, ya bitch.
[G] Parked the car then we start rhyming, ya [C] bitch.
[G] The only thing we had [F#m] to free our mind.
[Bm] Then freeze that verse when we [Em] see dollar signs.
You looking like a easy [F#m] come up, ya [G] bitch.
A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya [C] bitch.
And that's a lifestyle that [F#m] we never knew.
[Bm] Go at a revenue for [Em] the revenue.
Hey yo, Halle Berry or Hallelou.
[F#m] Pick [Bm] your poison, tell me what you do. _
[Em] Everybody don't respect the shooter.
[F#m] But the one in [G] front of the gun lives forever.
[Em] The one in front of the gun [F#m] lives forever.
And I've [Bm] been hustling all day.
This [Em] a way, that a way.
Looking down the alleyways just [F#m] to say.
Money trees is [Bm] the perfect place to shade in.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] Hey dollar [G] motors, fucking main bitch.
That's just how [C] I feel.
[F#m] Hey dollar mic, say fuck [Bm] the niggas that you came with.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] Hey dollar [G] motors, make that lane switch.
That's just how [C] I feel.
_ [Bm] Hey dollar mic, turn to a million and we all preach.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
Dream to live a life [F#m] like rappers do.
[G] Bump that new E40 [Em] after school.
[G] You know big ballin' with [F#m] my homies.
[Bm] Bro, Stevens 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 [F#m] uncle's pony head.
[Bm] He said one day I'll be on [Em] tour, ya bitch.
That Louis burgers never [F#m] be the same.
[Bm] A Louis belt'll never [G] ease that pain.
But I'mma purchase when that [F#m] day is jerking.
[Bm] Pull off at churches with [G] Pirelli skirting.
Gang signs out [F#m] the window, ya bitch.
[Bm] Hoping all of them offend you, ya [G] bitch.
They say your hood is [F#m] a pot of gold.
And we gon' [G] crash it when nobody's home.
[Em] Holla Paris, holla Louis.
[F#m] Pick your [G] boys and tell them what you do.
[C] _
Everybody gon' respect the shooter.
[F#m] But the one in [Bm] front of the gun lives [Em] forever.
_ _ [F#m] And I've been [G] hustling all day.
This [C] a way, that a way.
You can love the alleyways just the [F#m] same.
Money trees is the [Bm] perfect place to shade in.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] Hey, dollar [G] moochers, fucking main, bitch.
That's just how I [C] feel.
Hey, [F#m] dollar mic, say fucking [Bm] niggas, that you can't break.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] Hey, dollar [G] moochers, make that lane switch.
That's just how [C] I feel.
Hey, [F#m] dollar mic, turn to a [Bm] million and [Em] we all preach.
That's just how I feel.
You're the last one off the gift store.
[F#m] Whoa, wait.
I'm one of your [G] bucket-headed hoes.
Whoa, wait.
Hit the streets, then we break the code.
[F#m] Whoa, wait.
Hit the streets, [Bm] then we break the code. [Em] Whoa, wait.
Be the last one off the gift store.
[D] Whoa, wait.
I'm one of your [G] bucket-headed hoes.
Whoa, wait.
Hit the streets, then we break the code.
[Bm] Whoa, wait.
[F#m] Hit the streets, [G] then we break the code.
[Em] Whoa, wait.
Magic rock up in them projects with them niggas.
[F#m] Pick your pockets, Santa Claus, don't [Bm] miss them stockings.
Liquor spilling, [G] pistols popping, baking soda.
Y'all are whipping.
Ain't no turkey [F#m] on Thanksgiving.
My homeboy just [Bm] domed a nigga.
I just hope the [Em] Lord forgive him.
Pops with cocaine residue.
Every day I'm [F#m] hustling.
What else is a [Bm] thug to do when you eat cheese from the [Em] government?
Gotta put five for my dawg and them.
Get the fuck up out my [F#m] way, bitch.
Got that drum and I [Bm] got them bands.
Just like a [Em] parade, bitch.
Drop that work up in the bushes.
Hope them boys don't [F#m] see my stash.
If they do, tell [G] the truth.
This the last time you might [C] see my ass.
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut,
them serpents [F#m] lurking blood.
Bitches selling [Bm] pussy, niggas selling drugs.
But [Em] it's all good.
Broken promise, bitch.
Still your watch and tell you what [F#m] time it is.
Take your J's and [Bm] tell you to kick it where a [Em] pulak is.
In the streets with a heater under my [F#m] dungarees.
Dreams of [Bm] me getting shaded under [Em] money trees.
You call it hollyberry or holly blue.
[F#m] Pick your [G] poison, tell me what you do. _
[C] Everybody gon' respect the shooter.
[F#m] But the [Bm] one in front of the gun lives [Em] forever.
The one in front of the gun [F#m] lives forever.
And I've been [G] looking for you.
Been looking all day.
It's the [C] way, that I wait.
Looking down the alleyways.
Just to [F#m] say money [Bm] trees.
It's the perfect way.
Shading.
[N] That's just how I feel.
Hey, just bring my car back now.
I called in for another appointment.
I figured you wasn't gonna be back here on time anyway.
Look, [D#m] shit, shit.
I just wanna get [E] out the house now.
This man is on one.
He's feeling good.