Chords for Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (Lyrics)

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[C] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] _ _ _
[Em] Me and my niggas tryna get it, [F#m] ya bitch Get that [G] house, they tell me it's you, get
it, [C] ya bitch Home invasion was [F#m] persuasive
[Bm] From 9 to 5 I know it's faking, [Em] ya bitch Get to living life like rappers [F#m] do
[G] Back when condom rappers wasn't [C] cool I fucked Shireen and went to tell my [Bm] bros
Then that Shireen and Let It Burn came [Em] on Hot sauce all in, I talk [F#m] rhymin', ya bitch
[G] Park the car, then we start rhymin', [C] ya bitch The only thing we had to free [F#m] our [Bm] mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar [Em] signs You lookin' like a easy come up, [F#m] ya bitch
A [G] silver spoon, I know you come from, [C] ya bitch And that's a lifestyle that we never [F#m] [Bm] knew
Go at it, reppin' for the reppin' [Em] gold And go, Halle Berry, or Hallelujah
[F#m] Pick your poison, [Bm] tell me what you're doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter
[F#m] But the one in front of [G] the gun lives forever [Em] The one in front of the gun
[F#m] And I been hustlin' [G] all day, this a way, [Em] that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say [F#m] Money trees is the perfect [Bm] place for shade
And that's just [Em] how I feel, nah, [F#m] nah
Hey dollar might just fuck your main, bitch That's just [C] how I feel, nah
Hey dollar [F#m] might say [Bm] fuck them niggas that you came with That's just [Em] how I feel, nah, [F#m] nah
Hey dollar might just make that lane switch That's [C] just how I feel, nah
Hey dollar [F#m] might [Bm] turn to a million and we all rich That's just [Em] how I feel
Dreams of livin' life like rappers [F#m] do [G] Bump that new E40 at the [C] school
You [G] know big ballin' with my [F#m] homies
[Bm] Bro, Stevens had us thinkin' [Em] rational Back to reality, we poor, [F#m] ya bitch
[G] Ain't nothin' casualty at war, [C] ya bitch Two bullets in my Uncle Tony [F#m] head
[Bm] He said one day I'll be on tour, [Em] ya bitch That Louis Burgers never be [F#m] the same
Hey [G] Louis Belden never ease that [E] pain But I'ma purchase when that day [F#m] is jerkin'
[G] Pull off at churches with Pirelli [Em] skirtin' Gang signs out the window, [F#m] ya bitch
[G] Hopin' all of them offend you, [E] ya bitch They say your hood is a pot [F#m] of gold
[Bm] And we gon' crash it when [Em] nobody's home
I'm highly varied, I'm highly blue [F#m] Pick your toys [G] and tell me what you do
[C] Everybody go expect a shooter [F#m] But the [Bm] one in front of the gun lives [Em] forever
The one in front of the gun lives [F#m] forever
And I've been [G] hustlin' all day, this a way, [C] that a way
Lookin' girls in alleyways just to say [F#m] Money [Bm] trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's [Em] just how I feel, nah, [F#m] nah
Hey dollar man, [G] just fuck your main bitch That's [C] just how I feel, nah
Hey dollar [F#m] man, say [Bm] fuck the niggas that you came with
That's [Em] just how I feel, nah, [F#m] nah
Hey dollar man, [G] just make that lane switch That's [C] just how I feel, nah
Hey dollar [F#m] man, [Bm] turn to a million and we [Em] all rich That's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough, no [F#m] way
Got one of you fuckin' [G] head and hoes, no [C] way
Hit the streets then we break the code, no [F#m] way
Hit the brakes then [Bm] they on patrol, no [Em] way
Be the last one out to get this dough, no [F#m] way
Got one of you fuckin' [G] head and hoes, no [C] way
Hit the streets then [G] we break the code, no [B] way
Hit the brakes then [Bm] they on patrol, no [Em] way
Imagine rock up in them projects with them niggas Pick [F#m] your pockets, Santa Claus don't miss [G] them
Stockings, liquor, spilling, [Em] pistols, popping Faking soda, y'all are whipping
Ain't no turkey on [F#m] Thanksgiving My homeboy just [G] domed a nigga
I just hope the Lord [Em] forgive him Pops with cocaine residue
Every day I'm [F#m] hustling What else is a thug [Bm] to do
When you eating cheese from the [Em] government?
Gotta provide for my daughter
And them get the fuck up out my [F#m] way, bitch Got that drum and I got [Bm] them bands
Just like a [Em] parade, bitch Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't cheat [F#m] my stash If they do tell the [G] truth
This the last time you might see [C] 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 it's [Em] all good Broken promises, still you're watching
Tell you what [F#m] time it is Take your J's and tell [G] you to kick it
Where a [Em] falaka is In the streets with a heater under my [F#m] dungarees
Dreams of me [G] getting shaded under a money tree
[Em] We go holly berry [Em] or holly loony [F#m] Pick your boys [G] 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 lives [F#m] forever
And I've been [G] hustling all day This a [C] way, that a way
Luka knows that alleyways just the [F#m] same Money [Bm] trees is the perfect place for shading
That's [N] just how I feel
_ _ _ I called in for another appointment I figured you weren't going to be back here on time anyway
Look, shit, I just want to get out the house man
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
I got a big old fat ass _
Boy, I want your body
I want your body
Cause you got a big old fat ass
See, he has health
[G] Shit, he ain't even tripping off them dominoes no more
[E] Just bring the car back
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