Money Trees

Em                                
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it,
        G
 ya bish (Ya bish)
                    A              
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you
 Bm               Em
 wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish)
Home invasion was persuasive (Was 
 G
persuasive)
                      A      
From nine to five I know it's 
       Bm       Em
vacant, ya bish (Ya bish)
Dreams of livin' life like rappers 
     G
do (Like rappers do)
          A               Bm   
Back when condom wrappers wasn't 
            Em
cool (They wasn't cool)
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my
       G
 bros (Tell my bros)
            A                 
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" 
Bm                Em
came on ("Let Burn" came on)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya 
    G
bish (Ya bish)
          A                   Bm  
Park the car, then we start 
           Em
rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish)
The only thing we had to free our 
      G
mind (Free our mind)
           A                       
Then freeze that verse when we see 
 Bm           Em
dollar signs (See dollar signs)
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya 
     G
bish (Ya bish)
            A                   Bm
A silver spoon I know you come 
             Em
from, ya bish (Ya bish)
And that's a lifestyle that we never
     G
 knew (We never knew)
         A                  Bm
Go at a reverend for the revenue


[Chorus]
       Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
 G                          A     
Pick your poison, tell me what you
       Bm
 doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
         G                    
But the one in front of the gun 
A              Bm
lives forever
Em
(The one in front of the gun, 
forever)
G                         A
And I been hustlin' all day
        Bm             Em
This-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just 
     G
to say
         A                         
Money trees is the perfect place 
    Bm
for shade
                         Em
And that's just how I feel


[Refrain]

Nah, nah
 G                           A    
A dollar might just fuck your main
     Bm
 bitch
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
           G                       
A dollar might say fuck them niggas
         A         Bm
 that you came with
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
         G                   A    
A dollar might just make that lane
     Bm
 switch
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
          G                   A   
A dollar might turn to a million 
            Bm
and we all rich
                      Em
That's just how I feel


[Verse 2]
Dreams of livin' life like rappers 
  G
do (Like rappers do)
   A            Bm              
Bump that new E-40 after school (Way
Em
 after school)
You know, “Big Ballin' With My 
       G
Homies” (My homies)
               A            
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' 
 Bm        Em
rational (Thinkin' rational)
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Back to reality, we poor, ya bish 
G
(Ya bish)
          A            Bm       
Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya
Em
 bish)
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head 
G
(My Tony head)
            A                 Bm  
He said one day I'll be on tour, 
      Em
ya bish (Ya bish)
That Louis Burgers never be the same
G
 (Won't be the same)
          A                Bm     
A Louis belt will never ease that 
    Em
pain (Won't ease that pain)
But I'ma purchase when that day is 
       G
jerkin' (That day is jerkin')
              A              Bm   
Pull off at Church's, with 
          Em
Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis 
skirtin')
                                  G
Gang signs out the window, ya bish 
(Ya bish)
         A             Bm      
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya 
       Em
bish (Ya bish)
They say your hood is a pot of gold 
G
(A pot of gold)
             A              Bm
And we gon' crash it when nobody's 
home


[Chorus]
       Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
 G                          A     
Pick your poison, tell me what you
       Bm
 doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
         G                    
But the one in front of the gun 
A              Bm
lives forever
Em
(The one in front of the gun, 
forever)
G                         A
And I been hustlin' all day
        Bm             Em
This-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just 
     G
to say
         A                         
Money trees is the perfect place 
    Bm
for shade
                         Em
And that's just how I feel


[Refrain]

Nah, nah
 G                           A    
A dollar might just fuck your main
     Bm
 bitch
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
           G                       
A dollar might say fuck them niggas
         A         Bm
 that you came with
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
 G                           A    
A dollar might just make that lane
     Bm
 switch
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
          G                   A   
A dollar might turn to a million 
            Bm
and we all rich
                      Em
That's just how I feel


[Bridge]

Be the last one out to get this 
dough? No way!
 G                              A 
Love one of you bucket-headed 
  Bm
hoes? No way!
Em
Hit the streets, then we break the 
code? No way!
 G                              A 
Hit the brakes when they on 
  Bm
patrol? No way!
Em
Be the last one out to get this 
dough? No way!
 G                              A 
Love one of you bucket-headed 
  Bm
hoes? No way!
Em
Hit the streets, then we break the 
code? No way!
 G                              A 
Hit the brakes when they on 
  Bm
patrol? No way!


[Verse 3]
Em
Imagine Rock up in them projects

Where them niggas pick your pockets
G
Santa Claus don't miss them 
stockings
A                  Bm
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Em
Bakin' soda YOA  whippin'

Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
G
My homeboy just dome'd a nigga
A                Bm
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em
Pots with cocaine residue

Every day I'm hustlin'
G
What else is a thug to do
          A                    
When you eatin' cheese from the 
  Bm
government?
       Em
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em

Get the fuck up out my way, bish
G
Got that drum and I got them bands
A              Bm
Just like a parade, bish
Em
Drop that work up in the bushes

Hope them boys don't see my stash
G
If they do, tell the truth
          A                   Bm
This the last time you might see my 
ass
Em
From the gardens where the grass 
ain't cut

Them serpents lurkin', Blood
 G                           
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas 
     A
sellin' drugs
     Bm
But it's all good
Em
Broken promises, steal your watch

And tell you what time it is
G                              A 
Take your J's and tell you to 
                   Bm
kick it where a FootLocker is
Em
In the streets with a heater under 
my Dungarees
G                        A       
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under
    Bm
 a money tree


[Chorus]
       Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
 G                          A     
Pick your poison, tell me what you
       Bm
 doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
         G                    
But the one in front of the gun 
A              Bm
lives forever
Em
(The one in front of the gun, 
forever)
G                         A
And I been hustlin' all day
        Bm             Em
This-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just 
     G
to say
         A                         
Money trees is the perfect place 
    Bm
for shade
                         Em
And that's just how I feel