paroles de chanson Money Trees - Les
Me
and
my
niggas
tryna
get
it,
ya
bish
(Ya
bish,
ya
bish)
Hit
this
house
lick
tell
me
is
you
with
it,
ya
bish
(Ya
bish,
ya
bish)
Home
invasion
was
persuasive
(Was
persuasive,
was
persuasive)
From
nine
to
five
I
know
its
vacant,
ya
bish
(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
fucked
Sherane
then
went
to
tell
my
bros
(Tell
my
bros,
tell
my
bros
Then
Usher
Raymond
"Let
it
Burn"
came
on
("Let
it
Burn"
came
on,
"Let
it
Burn"
came
on)
Hot
sauce
all
in
our
Top
Ramen,
ya
bish
(Ya
bish,
ya
bish)
Parked
the
car
and
then
we
start
rhyming,
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
(Dollar
signs,
dollar
signs)
You
looking
like
an
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
do
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
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,
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
Dreams
of
living
life
like
rappers
Do
(Like
rappers
do,
like
rappers
do)
Bump
that
new
E-40
at
the
school
(Way
at
the
school,
way
at
the
school)
You
know
big
ballin
with
my
homies
(My
homies)
Earl
Stevens
had
us
thinking
Rational
(Thinking
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'd
be
on
tour,
ya
bish
(Ya
bish,
ya
bish)
That
Louie's
Burger
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
Pirelli's
Skirtin'
(Pirelli's
skirtin',
Pirelli's
skirtin')
Gang
signs
out
the
window,
ya
bish
(Ya
bish,
ya
bish)
Hoping
all
of
em
offend
you,
ya
bish
(Ya
bish,
ya
bish)
They
say
your
hood
is
a
pot
of
gold
(A
pot
of
gold,
a
pot
of
gold)
And
we
gone
crash
it
when
nobodies
home
It
go
Halle
Berry
or
hallelujah
Pick
your
poison
tell
me
what
you
do
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
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,
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
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
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
hustlin'
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
It
go
Halle
Berry
or
hallelujah
Pick
your
poison
tell
me
what
you
do
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
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
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