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


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


[Refrain]

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


[Verse 2]
                                     G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do)
   A            Bm              Em
Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school)
                                      G
You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies” (My homies)
               A             Bm        Em
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational)
                                  G
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish)
          A            Bm       Em
Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish)
                                  G
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head)
            A                 Bm        Em
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish)
                                    G
That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same)
          A                Bm         Em
A Louis belt will never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain)
                                          G
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin')
              A              Bm             Em
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin')
                                  G
Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish)
         A             Bm             Em
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish)
                                    G
They say your hood is a pot of gold (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            Bm
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
         G                    A              Bm
But the one in front of the gun 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
                                        G
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
         A                             Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
                         Em
And that's just how I feel


[Refrain]

Nah, nah
 G                           A         Bm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
           G                                A         Bm
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
 G                           A         Bm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
          G                   A               Bm
A dollar might turn to a million 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   Bm
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Em
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
 G                              A   Bm
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Em
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
 G                              A   Bm
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Em
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
 G                              A   Bm
Hit the brakes when they on 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                      Bm
When you eatin' cheese from the 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                                A
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs
     Bm
But it's all good
Em
Broken promises, steal your watch

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


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