Kendrick Lamar – Money Trees (feat. Jay Rock) Lyrics

Money Trees

Kendrick Lamar (feat. Jay Rock)

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"Money Trees." - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Jay Rock)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:44 pm

Album: good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 05

Uh, me and my **** tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Hit the 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 it's 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 and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros, tell my bros)
Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on (That "Burn" came on, that "Burn" came)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Park 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 (See dollar signs, see dollars 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 doin'
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
Nah, nah
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say, "Fuck them **** that you came with"
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel, nah
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 after school (Way after school, way after school)
You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies" (My homies)
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational (Thinkin' 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'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same, won't be the same)
A Louis belt that 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', 'relli's skirtin')
Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Hopin' 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 gon' crash it when nobody's home
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
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
Nah, nah
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say, "Fuck them **** that you came with"
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel, nah
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
'Magine Rock up in them projects, where them **** pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spillin', pistols poppin'
Baking soda YOLA whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just domed a ****, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter nem, get the fuck up out my way, bish
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bish
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 lurkin', blood
Bitches sellin' pussy, **** sellin' 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 gettin' shaded under a money tree
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
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

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, D. Natche, Johnny McKinzie, V. Garance, A. Legrand & Alex Scally.

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