Аккорды Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (feat. Jay Rock)
[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, Big 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
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