Chords for Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (Ft: Anna Wise & Jay Rock) 1080p

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[C] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _
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Me and my niggas tryna [F#m] get it, ya bitch.
[G] Get that house, they tell me [C] it's you did it, ya bitch.
[G] Home invasion, [F#m] what's persuasive?
[Bm] From 9 to 5, I know [Em] what's faking, ya bitch.
Dreams of living life [F#m] like rappers do.
[G] Back when condom rappers wasn't [C] cool.
I fucked Sherane and went [F#m] to tell my [G] bros.
Then that Sherane and Let It Burn came [Em] on.
Hot sauce all and I [F#m] talk rhyming, ya bitch.
[G] Park the car, then we start rhyming, ya [C] bitch.
The only thing we had [F#m] to free our [Bm] mind.
To freeze that verse when we [Em] see dollar signs.
You looking like a [F#m] easy 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.
Halle Berry or Hallelujah.
[F#m] Pick [Bm] your poison, tell me what you do. _
[G] Everybody go respect the shooter.
[F#m] But the one [Bm] in 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 the way, that [Em] the way.
Do canals and alleyways just [F#m] to say.
Money trees is the perfect place [Bm] for shade.
And that's just [Em] how I feel.
Nah, _ [F#m] nah.
Hey, dollar [G] mo, just fuck your main, bitch.
That's just how I feel.
Nah.
[F#m] Hey, dollar mic, say fuck [Bm] the niggas that [G] you gave me.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
Nah, [F#m] nah.
Hey, dollar [G] mo, just make that lane switch.
That's just how I feel.
Nah.
[F#m] Hey, dollar mic, [Bm] search for a million and we all preach.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
Dreams of living life [F#m] like rappers do.
[G] Bump that newbie 40 [Em] at the school.
[G] You know big ballin' with [F#m] my homies.
[Bm] Girl, 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 bullets in my uncle [F#m] Tony head.
[Bm] He said one day I'll be [Em] on tour, ya bitch.
That Louis burgers never [F#m] be the same.
[G] A Louis belt'll never [Em] ease that pain.
But I'mma purchase when [F#m] that day is [Bm] jerkin'.
Pull off at churches with Pirelli [Em] skirtin'.
Gang signs out [F#m] the window, ya bitch.
[Bm] Hopin' all of em 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, Ferret.
Holla, [F#m] Louie.
Pick [G] your closet, tell me what you do. _
[C] Everybody don't respect the shooters.
[F#m] But [Bm] the one in front of the gun lives [Em] forever.
The ones in front of the gun [F#m] live forever.
And I've [G] been hustlin' all day.
This [C] a way, that a way.
You can live the alleyways just to [F#m] say.
Money trees is [Bm] the perfect place to shade.
And [Em] that's just how I feel.
Nah, [F#m] nah.
Ain't dollar [G] money, just fuckin' main, bitch.
That's just how [C] I feel.
Nah, ain't [F#m] dollar money.
Say, fuck the [Bm] niggas that you gang, bitch.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
Nah, [F#m] nah.
Ain't dollar [G] money, just make that name switch.
That's just how [C] I feel.
Nah, [F#m] ain't dollar money.
Turn to a [Bm] million and [G] we all switch.
[Em] That's just how I feel.
You the last one up to get the dough.
[F#m] Roll away, have one of your [G] fuckin' head cold.
Roll away, hit the streets, then we break the code.
[F#m] Roll away, get the breaks [Bm] when they on patrol.
[Em] Roll away, be the last one up to get the dough.
[D] Roll away, have one of your [G] fuckin' head cold.
Roll away, hit the streets, then we break the code.
[F#m] Roll away, get the breaks [Bm] when they on patrol.
[Em] Roll away.
Magic rock up in them projects with them niggas.
[F#m] Pick your pockets, Santa Claus, [Bm] don't 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 [F#m] I'm hustling.
What else is a [Bm] thug to do
when you eat cheese from [Em] the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter,
then get the fuck up out my [F#m] way, bitch.
Got that drum and [Bm] I got them bands,
just like a [Em] parade, bitch.
Pop that work up in the bushes.
Hope them boys don't [F#m] see my stash.
If they do, [G] tell the truth.
It's the last time you might [C] see my ass.
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut,
them circums [F#m] lurking blood.
Bitches selling [Bm] pussy, niggas selling drugs,
but [G] it's all good.
Broken promises, still you're watching,
tell you what [F#m] time it is.
Take your J's and [Bm] tell you to kick it
where a [Em] footlocker is.
In the streets with a heater under my [F#m] dungarees.
Dreams of me getting [G] shaded under a money tree.
It's your [Em] Halle Berry or Halle [F#m] Louie.
Pick your [G] poison, tell me what you do. _
[C] Everybody go respect the shooter,
[F#m] but the [Bm] one in front of the gun lives forever.
[Em]
The one in front of the gun lives [F#m] forever.
And I've been [G] working all day.
It's the way, better [C] way.
You can nail the alleyways just the [F#m] same.
Money trees, it's a [Bm] perfect place for 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 all the time anyway.
Look, shit, I just wanna get out the house now.
This man is on one, he's feeling good,
and I'm not a fucker.
Shit, I'm trying to get my thing going too.
He's going to another house.
Just bring my car back.
Shit, he made it, he's feeling good.
Look, listen to him.
_ ♪ Girl, girl, I want your body.
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♪ I want your body, cause of that big old fatty.
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See, he has hell.
Shit, he ain't even tripping off them dominoes no more.
Just bring the car back.
Did somebody say dominoes?