Kendrick Lamar – Money Trees (Guitar)
Key
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Versions
(3)
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
Each strum in the strumming
Pattern is a different chord.
[Intro]
Em G A Bm (x4)
[Verse 1]
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 projectsWhere them niggas pick your pockets
G Santa Claus don't miss them stockings A Bm Liquors spillin', pistols poppin' Em Bakin' soda YOLA 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