Chords for songsMoney TreesMoney Trees chordsby Kendrick Lamar, Jay RockYear: 2012Genre: Hip-hopGuitarSimplifiedOriginalTabsTuning E A D G B ECapo Fret 2TransposeEADGBECapoDmEmFBbGAmLearnSmart scrollChord HighlightIntro 1Dm Em F Bb G Am Dm Em F Bb G Am Verse 1Dm Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish Em (ya bish) F Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? Bb (ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (was persuG asive) Am From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish Dm (ya bish) Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (like Em rappers do) F Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (they Bb wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros G (tell my bros) Am Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Dm Burn" came on) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Em (ya bish) F Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish Bb (ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind G (free our mind) Am Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (see Dm dollar signs) You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish Em (ya bish) F A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish Bb (ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (we G never knew) Am Go at a reverend for the revenue Chorus 1It go Dm Halle Berry or hallelujah Em Pick your F poison tell me what you do Dm Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the Em one in front of F the gun lives forever Dm (the one in front of the gun forever) Em And I been F hustlin' all day, this a way, that a Dm way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money Em trees is the perfect place for F shade and that's just how I Dm feel (now, now) Em A dollar might, F just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I Bb feel (now) A dollar might, G say fuck them Am niggas that you came with that's just how I Dm feel (now, now) Em A dollar might, F just make that lane switch that's just how I Bb feel (now) A dollar might, G turn to a Am million and we Verse 2all rich that's just how I Dm (feel) Dreams of living life like rappers do (like Em rappers do) F Bump that new E-40 after school (way Bb after school) You know big ballin' with my homies (my G homies) Earl SteAm vens had us thinking rational Dm Back to reality we poor, ya bish Em (ya bish) F Another casualty at war, ya bish Bb (ya bish) Two bullets in my uncle Tony head (my G Tony head) Am He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish Dm (ya bish) That Louis Burger never be the same (won't Em be the same) F A louis belt will never ease that pain (won't Bb ease that pain) But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' G Am Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin' Dm Gang signs out the window, ya bish Em (ya bish) F Hoping all of 'em offend you, ya bish Dm (ya bish) They say your hood is a pot of gold (a Em pot of gold) F And we gone crash it when nobody's home It go Chorus 2Dm Halle Berry or hallelujah Em Pick your F poison tell me what you do Bb Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the G one in front of Am the gun lives forever Dm (the one in front of the gun forever) Em And I been F hustlin' all day, this a way, that a Bb way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money G trees is the perfect Am place for F and that's just how I Dm feel (now, now) Em A dollar might, F just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I Bb feel (now) A dollar might, G say fuck them Am niggas that you came with that's just how I Dm feel (now, now) Em A dollar might, F just make that lane switch that's just how I Bb feel (now) A dollar might, G turn to a Am million and we Bridge 1all rich that's just how I Dm (feel) Be the last one out to get this dough? No way Em Love one of you F bucket-head hoes? No way Bb Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way G Hit the brakes, when Am they on patrol? No way Dm Be the last one out to get this dough? No way Em Love one of you F bucket-head hoes? No way Bb Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way G Hit the brakes, when Am they on patrol? No way Verse 3IDm magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pockets Em Santa Claus don't miss F them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping Dm Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving Em My homeboy just domed F a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him Dm Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustlin' Em What else is a F thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta Dm provide for my daughter 'n' 'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch Em Got that drum and I got them bands F just like a parade, bitch Dm Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash Em If they do tell F the truth, this the last time you might see my ass Bb From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood G Bitches selling pussy, nigAm gas selling drugs but it's all good Dm Broken promises, steal yo' watch and tell you what time it is Em Take your J's and F tell you to kick it where a footlocker is Dm In the streets with a heater under my dungarees Em Dreams of F me getting shaded Chorus 3under a money tree It go Dm Halle Berry or hallelujah Em Pick your F poison tell me what you do Bb Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the G one in front of Am the gun lives forever Dm (the one in front of the gun forever) Em And I been F hustlin' all day, this a way, that a Bb way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money G trees is the perfect Am place for shade and Outro 1that's just how I feel Kendrick, just bring my car back, man I called in for another appointment I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyways Look, shit, shit I just wanna get out the house, man This man is on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker Shit, I'm tryna get my thing goin', too I'm going to Marilyn house, just bring my car back Shit, he faded He feelin' good Look, listen to him! ('cause you got a big ol' fat ass) Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass See, he high as hell Shit, he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes no more Just bring the car back! Did somebody say dominoes
