笨小笨Money Trees歌词由Kendrick Lamar&Jay Rock演唱，出自专辑《CLAVX》，下面是《Money Trees》完整版歌词！
Money Trees歌词完整版
Money Trees - Kendrick Lamar/Jay Rock
Lyrics by：Kendrick Duckworth
Composed by：Kendrick Duckworth
Halle Berry or hallelujah
Now you watching me
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
Uh me and my niggas tryna get it ya bish
Ya bish ya bish
Hit the house lick tell me
Is you wit' it ya bish
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 ya bish
Dreams of livin' 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 ya bish
Park the car
Then we start rhymin' ya bish
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 lookin' like a easy come-up ya bish
Ya bish ya bish
A silver spoon
I know you come from ya bish
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 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
The one in front of the gun forever 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 jus how I feel
Nah nah
A dollar might just **** your main *****
That's jus' how I feel nah
A dollar might say **** them niggas
That you came with
That's jus' how I feel nah nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's jus' how I feel nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's jus' how I feel
Dreams of livin' 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 ya bish
Another casualty at war ya bish
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 ya bish
That louis burgers never be the same
Won't be the same
Won't be the same
A Louis belt that 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'
That 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
Hopin' all of 'em offend you ya bish
Ya bish ya bish
They say your hood is a pot o' gold
A pot o' gold a pot o' gold
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
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
The one in front of the gun forever 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 jus' how I feel
Nah nah
A dollar might just **** your main *****
That's jus' how I feel nah
A dollar might say **** them niggas
That you came with
That's jus' how I feel nah nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's jus' how I feel nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's jus' 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
Liquors spillin' pistols poppin'
Bakin' soda yola whippin'
Ain't no turkey on thanks givin'
My homeboy just dome'd 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 bish
Got that drum
And I got them bands just like a parade bish
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 lurkin' blood
******* sellin' p***y
Niggas sellin' 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 gettin' shaded under a money tree
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Yo man
Pick your poison tell me what you doin'
Man
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
The one in front of the gun forever forever
And I been hustlin' all-day
This-a-way that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways just to say
