JT & K Dot - Money Trees

Song Rating: 7.12/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Me and my n***as 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 its vacant, ya bish
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasnt cool
I f**ed 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 thats a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Hook: JT & K Dot]
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 thats just how I feel, now, now
A dollar might just f** your main b**h thats just how I feel, now
A dollar might, say f** them n***as that you came with thats just how I feel, now
A dollar might, just make that lane switch thats just how I feel, now
A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich thats just how I feel, now

[Verse 2: Josh Tylers]
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 Id be on tour, ya bish
That Louies Burger never be the same
A louis belt will never ease that pain
But Im a purchase when that day is jerkin
Pull off at Churchs with Pirellis 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


[Bridge x2: Beyonce]
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

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Imagine Rock up in the projects where them n***as pick your pockets
Santa Claus dont miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping, aint no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a n***a, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with c**aine residue, everyday Im hustling
What else is a thug to do when you eatin cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter nem, get the f** up out my way, b**h
Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, b**h
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys dont see my stash
If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my a**
From the gardens where the gra** aint cut, them serpents lurking blood
b**hes selling p**y, n***as selling d** but its all good
Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is
Take your Js 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



Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 12:36