Chords for Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (Clean)

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Me and my niggas [F#m] tryna get it, ya bitch.
[G] Hit that house, they tell me it's you, get it, [G] ya bitch.
Home invasion [F#m] was persuasive.
[Bm] From 9 to 5, I [Em] know it's vacant, ya bitch.
Drank the living [F#m] life like rappers do.
[G] Back when condom rappers wasn't cool.
I f***ed Shireen and [F#m] went to tell my [Bm] bros.
Then that Shireen and [Em] Let It Burn came on.
Hot sauce all in, [F#m] I talk rhymin', ya bitch.
[G] Park the car, then we start rhymin', [Em] ya bitch.
The only thing we [F#m] had to free our [Bm] mind.
Defeat that virtual, [Em] we see dollar signs.
You lookin' like a [F#m] easy come up, ya bitch.
[G] A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bitch.
And that's a lifestyle [F#m] that we never [Bm] knew.
Go at a Reb and [Em] for the Reb and go.
Halle Berry or [F#m] Hallelujah.
[Bm] Pick your poison, tell me what you [Em] do.
Everybody go respect the [F#m] shooter.
But the one [Bm] in front of it lives forever.
[Em] _ _ _ [F#m] And [Bm] I been hustlin' all day.
[Em] This a way, that a way.
Do canals and alleyways [F#m] just to say.
Money trees [Bm] is the perfect place for shade.
[Em] And that's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] A [G] dollar might just get made, babe.
That's just [C] how I feel.
[F#m] A dollar might see [Bm] the little kids [G] that you came [Em] with.
That's just how I feel.
_ _ [F#m] A [G] dollar might just make that lane switch.
That's just [C] how I feel.
_ [F#m] A dollar [Bm] might turn to a million and we all [Em] rich.
That's just how I feel.
Dreams of living [F#m] life like rappers do.
[Bm] Bump that new E40 at the [Em] school.
[G] You know big ballin' [F#m] with my [Bm] homies.
Bro, Stevens had us [Em] thinking rational.
Back to reality, [F#m] we poor, ya bitch.
[Bm] Ain't nothing casualty at war, [C] ya bitch.
[G] Said my [F#m] uncle Tony here.
[Bm] He said one day I'll [Em] be on tour, ya bitch.
That Louis Burgers [F#m] never be the same.
[Bm] A Louis Belder never ease that [G] pain.
But I'ma purchase [F#m] when that day is jerkin'.
Pull [Bm] off at churches with Pirelli [Em] skirtin'.
Gang signs out the window, [F#m] ya bitch.
[Bm] Hopin' all of [G] them offend you, ya bitch.
They say your hood [F#m] is a pot of gold.
And [G] we gon' crash it when nobody's [Em] home.
I'm Holly Berry or Holly Lou.
[F#m] [Bm] Pick your boys and tell me what you do.
[C] Everybody [G] gon' respect the [F#m] shooter.
[Bm] But the one in front of it [Em] lives forever.
The one in front of it lives forever.
[F#m] And [G] I've been hustlin' all day.
That's the way, [C] that a way.
Lookin' down the alleyways [F#m] just to say.
Money trees [Bm] is the perfect place to shade.
[Em] And that's just how I feel.
_ Nah, [F#m] nah.
A [G] dollar more just won't get me in pain.
That's just how I feel.
Nah, [F#m] a dollar might save [Bm] you.
But make you a statue game, [Em] bitch.
That's just how I feel.
Nah, [F#m] nah.
A [G] dollar might just make that lane switch.
That's just [C] how I feel.
Nah, [F#m] a dollar [Bm] might turn to a million.
And we all [Em] bleach.
That's just how I feel.
You're the last one off the gift store.
No [F#m] way.
Grab one [G] of your bucket head.
Bucket head.
No [C] way.
Hit the streets.
Then we break the code.
[F#m] No way.
Get some [Bm] grapes.
Then they on patrol.
[Em] No way.
You'll be the last one off the gift store.
No [F#m] way.
Grab one [Bm] of your bucket head.
Bucket head.
No [G] way.
Hit the streets.
Then we break the code.
[F#m] No way.
Get some [Bm] grapes.
Then they on patrol.
[Em] No way.
Magic rock up in them projects.
Where the niggas pick your [F#m] pockets.
Santa [Bm] Claus don't miss them.
My stockings liquor spilling, bitches [Em] popping, baking soda y'all are whipping
Ain't [F#m] no turkey on Thanksgiving, my [Bm] homeboy just
I just hope the Lord [Em] forgive him, pots with residue
Everyday I'm [F#m] hustling, what [Bm] else is a thug to do
When you eating cheese from the [Em] government Gotta provide for my daughter and them
Get the fuck up out my way [F#m] Got that [Bm] drum and I got them bands
Just like a parade [Em] Pop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't cheat my [F#m] stash If [G] they do tell the truth
This the last time you might see my From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
Them [F#m] serpents lurking, blood, [Bm] just selling, selling drugs
But it's [Em] all good, broken promises Still you're watching, tell you what time
[F#m] it is Take [Bm] your J's and tell you to kick it where
a [Em] footlocker is In the streets with a heater under my [F#m] dungarees
[Bm] Dreams of me getting shaded [Em] under a money drill
It's y'all, Highland Barrett or Highland Looney
[F#m] [G] Pick your boys and tell them what you doing
[C] Everybody go respect the shooter [F#m] But the one [Bm] in front of it lives forever
[Em] The one in front of it lives forever
[F#m] And [G] I've been hustling all day, this a way, [C] that a way
Duke of Newark's an alleyway, [F#m] just to say Money [Bm] trees is the perfect place for [N] shading
That's just how I feel _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm on one, he's feeling good
And I'm up, I'm trying to get my thing going too
I'm going to another house, just bring my car back
He's faded, he's feeling good
Look, listen to him _ _ _ _
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See, he's up to hell
He ain't even tripping off them [E] dominoes no more, just bring the car back _