Money Trees (Sped-Up)

Money Trees (Sped-Up) - Kendrí

Lyrics by：Amauris Rodriguez

Composed by：Rafi Vaez

Uh me and my niggas tryna get it

Ya bish ya bish

Hit the house lick tell me is you wit' it

Ya bish Ya bish

Home invasion was persuasive

Was persuasive

Was persuasive

From nine-to-five I know it's vacant

Ya bish ya bish

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Like rappers do

Like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool

They wasn't cool

They wasn't cool

I ****** Sherane and went to tell my bros

Tell my bros

Tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond

Let it burn came on

Let burn came on

Let burn came on

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen

Ya bish ya bish

Park the car then we start rhyming

Ya bish ya bish

The only thing we had to free our mind

Free our mind free our mind

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs

See dollar signs see dollar signs

You looking like an easy come up

Ya bish ya bish

A silver spoon I know you come from

Ya bish ya bish

And that's a lifestyle that we never knew

We never knew

We never knew

Go at a reverend for the revenue

It go Halle Berry Halle Berry

Or hallelujah hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

What you doing

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever forever

The one in front of the gun forever

Forever and I been hustling 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

Nah nah a dollar might

Just **** your main *****

That's just how I feel I feel

Nah a dollar might say

**** them niggas that you came with

That's just how I feel I feel

Nah nah a dollar might

Just make that lane switch

That's just how I feel I feel

Nah a dollar might turn

To a million and we all rich

That's just how I feel I feel

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Like rappers do

Like rappers do

Bump that new E-40 after school

Way after school

Way after school

You know Big Ballin'

With My Homies

My homies

Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational

Thinkin' rational

That's rational

Back to reality we poor

Ya bish ya bish

Another casualty at war

Ya bish ya bish

Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head

My Tony head

My Tony head

He said one day I'll be on tour

Ya bish ya bish

That Louis Burgers never be the same

Won't be the same

Won't be the same

A Louis belt will never ease that pain

Won't ease that pain

Won't ease that pain

But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'

That day is jerkin'

Day is jerkin'

Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirtin'

Pirellis skirtin'

Pirellis skirtin'

Gang signs out the window ya bish

Ya bish ya bish

Hoping all of them offend you ya bish ya bish

They say your hood is a pot of gold

Pot of gold pot of gold

And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

It go Halle Berry Halle Berry or hallelujah hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

The one in front of the gun forever

And I been hustling 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 I feel

Nah nah a dollar might just ****

Your main ***** that's just how I feel

I feel

Nah a dollar might say

**** them niggas that you came with

That's just how I feel I feel

Nah nah a dollar might just make that

Lane switch that's just how I feel I feel

Nah a dollar might turn to a million

And we all rich that's just how I feel

Be the last one out to get this dough

No way

Love one of you bucket-headed h*es

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 h*es

No way

Hit the streets then we break the code

No way

Hit the brakes when they on patrol

No way

'Magine Rock up in them projects

Where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don't miss them stockings

Liquor spillin' pistols popping

Baking soda YOLA whipping ain't no

Turkey on Thanksgivin'

My homeboy just domed a nigga

I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with c*****e residue

Every day 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 **** up out my way *****

Got that drum and I got them bands

Just like a parade *****

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 a*s

From the gardens where the grass ain't cut

Them serpents lurking blood

******* selling P***y

Niggas selling drugs

But it's all good

Broken promises steal

Your watch and tell you what time it is

Take your J's and tell you

To kick it where a Foot Locker 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 hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

The one in front of the gun forever

And I been hustling 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 I feel

Kendrick just bring my car back man

I I called in for another appointment

I figured you weren't gonna be

Back here on time anyways

Look **** **** I just wanna

Get out the house man

This man's on one

He feeling good than a ************

**** I'm tryna get my thing going too

Wanna mother have

Just bring my car back

Yeah you played feeling good

Look listen to 'em

'Cause you got a big ol' fat a*s

Girl girl I want your body

I want your body

'Cause of that big ol' fat a*s

See he high as hell ****

He ain't even trippin' off them

Damn dominoes no more

Just bring the car back

Did somebody say dominoes