Karaoké Money Trees Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock

Uh, me and my niggas

Tryna get it, ya bish

Hit the house lick tell me

Is you with it, ya bish

Home invasion was persuasive

From nine to five

I know its vacant, ya bish

Dreams of living life

Like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers

Wasn't cool

I fucked Sherane

Then went to tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond

"Let it Burn" came on

Hot sauce all in our

Top Ramen, ya bish

Parked 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

It go Halle Berry

Halle Berry

Or hallelujah

Or hallelujah

Pick your poison

Pick your poison

Tell me what you do

Tell me what you do

Everybody gon' respect

Everybody gon' respect

The shooter

The shooter

But the one in front of

But the one in front of

The gun lives forever

The gun lives forever

And I been hustlin' all day

And I been hustlin' all day

This a way, that a way

This a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways

Through canals and alleyways

Just to say

Just to say

Money trees is the perfect place

Money trees is the perfect place

For shade and

For shade and

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na na

Na na

A dollar might

A dollar might

Just fuck your main bitch

Just fuck your main bitch

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na

Na

A dollar might, say

A dollar might, say

"Fuck them niggas

"Fuck them niggas

That you came with"

That you came with"

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na na

Na na

A dollar might

A dollar might

Just make that lane switch

Just make that lane switch

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na

Na

A dollar might

A dollar might

Turn to a million and we all rich

Turn to a million and we all rich

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Dreams of living life

Like rappers do

Bump that new E-40

At the school

You know big ballin'

With my homies

Earl Stevens had us

Thinking rational

Back to reality we poor

Ya bish

Another casualty at war

Ya bish

Two bullets in my uncle

Tony head

He said one day I'd be on tour

Ya bish

That Louis Burger

Never be the same

A Louis belt'll

Never ease that pain

But I'ma purchase

When that day is jerkin'

Pull off at Church's

With Pirelli's skirtin'

Gang signs out the window

Ya bish

Hoping all of 'em 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

Halle Berry

Or hallelujah

Or hallelujah

Pick your poison

Pick your poison

Tell me what you do

Tell me what you do

Everybody gon' respect

Everybody gon' respect

The shooter

The shooter

But the one in front of

But the one in front of

The gun lives forever

The gun lives forever

And I been hustlin' all day

And I been hustlin' all day

This a way, that a way

This a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways

Through canals and alleyways

Just to say

Just to say

Money trees is the perfect place

Money trees is the perfect place

For shade and

For shade and

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na na

Na na

A dollar might

A dollar might

Just fuck your main bitch

Just fuck your main bitch

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na

Na

A dollar might, say

A dollar might, say

"Fuck them niggas

"Fuck them niggas

That you came with"

That you came with" hat's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na na

Na na

A dollar might

A dollar might,

Just make that lane switch

Just make that lane switch

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel

Na

Na

A dollar might

A dollar might

Turn to a million and we all rich

Turn to a million and we all rich

That's just how I feel

That's just how I

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 the projects

Where them niggas

Pick your pockets

Santa Claus don't miss

Them stockings, liquor spilling

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

Everyday 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, bitch

Got that drum

And got them bands

Just like a parade, bitch

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 yo' 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

Halle Berry

Or hallelujah

Or hallelujah

Pick your poison

Pick your poison

Tell me what you do

Tell me what you do

Everybody gon' respect

Everybody gon' respect

The shooter

The shooter

But the one in front of

But the one in front of

The gun lives forever

The gun lives forever

And I been hustlin' all day

And I been hustlin' all day

This a way, that a way

This a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways

Through canals and alleyways

Just to say

Just to say

Money trees is the perfect place

Money trees is the perfect place

For shade and

For shade and

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel