Money Trees

Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish

Hit this house lick tell me is you with 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 Sherene 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 and 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 or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doin'

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

And I been hustlin' 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, now, now

A dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel, now

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

A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel, now

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

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 Louie's Burger never be the same

A louis belt will never ease that pain

But I'm a 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 gone crash it when nobodies home

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 hustling

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

[Hook]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doin'

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

And I been hustlin' 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