Money Trees

Me and my ****** tryna get it, ya bish
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit it, ya bish?
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish
[02:18]Dreams of livin life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasnt cool
I ****** Sherane and went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond 'Let It Burn' came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
Park the car, then we start rhymin, ya bish
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You lookin like a 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
[03:10][05:27]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
[03:13][05:30]Pick your poison, tell me what you doin
[03:17][05:33]Everybody gon respect the shooter
[03:20][05:37]But the one in front of the gun lives forever
[03:24][ 05:40](The one in front of the gun, forever)
[03:28][05:44]And I been hustlin all day
[03:30][05:46]This-a -way, that-a-way
[03:31][05:48]Through canals and alleyways, just to say
[03:34][05:50]Money trees is the perfect place for shade
[03:37]And thats just how I feel, nah, nah
[03:42]A dollar might just **** your main *****
[02:09][ 03:44][03:57]Thats just how I feel, nah
[03:47]A dollar might say **** them ****** that you came with
[03:51 ]Thats just how I feel, nah, nah
[03:55]A dollar might just make that lane switch
[04:00]A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
[04:04]Thats just how I feel
Bump that new E-40 after school
You know, “Big Ballin With My Homies”
Earl Stevens had us thinkin rational
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
Another casualty of war, ya bish
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
He said one day Ill be on tour, ya bish
That Louis Burger never be the same
A Louis belt will never ease that pain
But Ima purchase when that day is jerkin
Pull off at Churchs, with Pirellis skirtin
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Hopin all of em offend you, ya bish
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gon crash it when nobodys home
[04:19]Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
[04:22]Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
[04:25]Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
[04:29]Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Imagine Rock up in them projects
Where them ****** pick your pockets
Santa Claus dont miss them stockings
Liquors spillin, pistols poppin
Bakin soda YOLA whippin
Aint no turkey on Thanksgivin
My homeboy just domed a *****
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with ******* residue
Every day Im hustlin
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter nem
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 dont see my stash
If they do, tell the truth
This the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass aint cut
Them serpents lurkin , Blood
******* sellin *****, ****** sellin drugs
But its all good
Broken promises, steal your 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 gettin shaded under a money tree
And thats just how I feel