Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar
Key: GG | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
                                  G
Me and my n****s tryna get it, ya bish
                                                F
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish?
                        G#
Home invasion was persuasive
                                         F#
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
                                   G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
                                 F
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
                                     G#
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
                                      F#
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on
                                   G
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
                                        F
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish
                                  G#                                  
The only thing we had to free our mind
                                          F#
Then freeze that Verse when we see dollar signs
                                    G
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish
                                        F
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
                                     G#
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
                         F#
Go at a reverend for the revenue
[Hook]
      F#m                 Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
          Gm                       Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
          F#m                      Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
                     Gm                      Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
     F#m                         Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm                  Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m         Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm                            Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m                                  Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
    Gm                      Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
  F#m                                   Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
  F#m                                        Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
  F#m                         Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm                     Em
That's just how I feel, nah
  F#m                                   Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
Verse 2
                                   G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
                         F
Bump that new E-40 after school
                              G#
You know, €œBig Ballin' With My Homies€
                                  F#
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
                             G
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
                            F
Another casualty of war, ya bish
                             G#
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
                                    F#
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish
                               G
That Louis Burger never be the same
                                  F
A Louis belt will never ease that pain
                                   G#
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
                                    F#
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin'
                              G
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
                                 F
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
                               G#
They say your hood is a pot of gold
                                   F#
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[Hook]
      F#m                 Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
          Gm                       Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
          F#m                      Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
                     Gm                      Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
     F#m                         Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm                  Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m         Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm                            Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m                                  Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
    Gm                      Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
  F#m                                   Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah
  F#m                                        Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm                      Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
  F#m                         Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm                     Em
That's just how I feel, nah
  F#m                                   Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
Bridge
G                                      F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G                                   F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G                                        F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G                                   F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
G                                      F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G                                   F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G                                        F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G                                   F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Verse 3
 G
Imagine Rock up in them projects
G
Where them n****s pick your pockets
F
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
F
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
G
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'
G
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
   F
My homeboy just dome'd a n****
F
I just hope the Lord forgive him
G
Pots with cocaine residue
G
Every day I'm hustlin'
     F
What else is a thug to do
         F
When you eatin' cheese from the government?
      G
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
        G
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
         F
Got that drum and I got them bands
F
Just like a parade, bish
G
Drop that work up in the bushes
G
Hope them boys don't see my stash
F
If they do, tell the truth
F
This the last time you might see my ass
G
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
     G
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
F
Bitches sellin' pussy, n****s sellin' drugs
    F
But it's all good
G
Broken promises, steal your watch
    G
And tell you what time it is
F
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
G
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
G
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
[Hook]
      F#m                 Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
          Gm                       Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
          F#m                      Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
                     Gm                      Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
     F#m                         Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm                  Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m         Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm                            Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m                                  Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
    Gm                      
And that's just how I feel