Money Trees Lyrics - Jay Rock

Me and my niggas tryna git it, ya bish 

Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' 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 fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros 

Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on 

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish 

Park the car 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 

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It go Halle Berry or hallelujah 

Pick your poison, tell me what you doing 

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 hustling 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 

Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feel 

Nah, a dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel 

Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel 

Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel 

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Dreams of living life like rappers do 

Bump that new E-40 after 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'll be on tour, ya bish 

That Louis Burger never be the same 

A Louis belt will never ease that pain 

But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking 

Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirting 

Gang signs out the window, ya bish 

Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish 

They say your hood is a pot of gold 

And we gon' crash it when nobody's home 

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah 

Pick your poison, tell me what you doing 

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 hustling 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 

Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feel 

Nah, a dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel 

Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel 

Nah, 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 niggas pick your pockets 

Santa Claus don't miss them stockings 

Liquor spillin', pistols popping 

Baking soda YOLA whipping 

Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving 

My homeboy just domed a nigga 

I just hope the Lord forgive him 

Pots with cocaine 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 fuck 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 ass 

From the gardens where the grass ain't cut 

Them serpents lurking, blood 

Bitches selling pussy, niggas 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 doing 

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 hustling 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 

K's Mom: 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 

K's Dad: 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 

K's Mom: See he high as hell, shit, and he ain't even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back 

K's Dad: Did somebody say dominoes?