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
