Money Trees Kendrick Lamar

Money Trees

Kendrick Lamar

BlueStrummer

198
0:00 5:43
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: Em
Capotasto:
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Testo

[Intro]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |

[Verse 1]
Em
  Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it,
ya bish
F#m                    G
   Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it,
ya bish?
C
 Home invasion was persuasive
Bm                               D
  From nine to five, I know it's vacant,
ya bish
Em
  Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F#m          G
   Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
C
 I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
Bm
  Then Usher Raymond,
        D
"Let It Burn" came on
Em
  Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen,
ya bish
F#m         G
   Park the car, then we start rhymin',
ya bish
C
 The only thing we had to free our mind
Bm                                   D
  Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
Em
  You lookin' like an easy comeup,
ya bish
F#m         G
   A silver spoon, I know you come from,
ya bish
C
 And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Bm                         D
  Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Chorus]
      Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m
   Pick your poison,
        G
tell me what you doin'
Em
  Everybody gon' respect the shooter
        F#m                    G
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m                        G
      And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway,
     Em
thataway
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
      F#m                            G
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
                      Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m                              G
   A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
                  C
That's just how I feel, nah
              Bm
A dollar might  say fuck them niggas that you came with
D                 Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m                              G
   A dollar might just make that lane switch
                  C
That's just how I feel, nah
              Bm
A dollar might  turn to a million and we all rich
D                 Em
That's just how I feel

[Verse 2]
                                     F#m          G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do   Bump that new
Efourty after school
C
 You know, "Big Ballin' With My Homies"
Bm                             D
  Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
Em
  Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
F#m        G
   Another casualty at war, ya bish
C                                 Bm
 Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head  He said one day I'll be
   D
on tour,
       Em
ya bish  That Louis Burgers never be the same
F#m        G                           C
   A Louis belt'll never ease that pain But I'ma purchase
when that day is jerkin'
Bm                            D
  Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skrrtin'
Em
  Gang signs out the window, ya bish
F#m       G
   Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
C
 They say your hood is a pot of gold
Bm                            D
  And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

[Chorus]
      Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m
   Pick your poison,
        G
tell me what you doin'
C
 Everybody gon' respect the shooter
        Bm                               D
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m                        G
      And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway,
     C
thataway
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
      Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
    D                 Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m                              G
   A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
                  C
That's just how I feel, nah
              Bm
A dollar might  say fuck them niggas that you came with
D                 Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m                              G
   A dollar might just make that lane switch
                  C
That's just how I feel, nah
              Bm
A dollar might  turn to a million and we all rich
D
That's just how I feel

[Bridge]
Em
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
F#m                          G
Love one of you bucketheaded hoes? No way
C
Hit the streets,
then we break the code? No way
Bm                                  D
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
Em
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
F#m                          G
Love one of you bucketheaded hoes? No way
C
Hit the streets,
then we break the code? No way
Bm                                  D
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way

[Verse 3]
Em
'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick
your pockets
F#m                                    G
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquors spillin',
pistols poppin'
Em
Bakin' soda, yola whippin',
ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
F#m
My homeboy just domed a nigga,
G
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em
Pots with cocaine residue, every day,
I'm hustlin'
F#m                                G
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the
government?
      Em
Gotta provide for my daughter 'nem,
get the fuck up out my way
F#m                                G
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade,
Em
Drop that work up in the bushes,
hope them boys don't see my stash
F#m
If they do, tell the truth,
         G
this the last time you might see my ass
C
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut,
them serpents lurkin', blood
Bm
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs,
    D
but it's all good
Em
Broken promises,
steal your watch and tell you what time it is
F#m                                G
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker
is
C
 In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Bm                                    D
  Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree

[Chorus]
      Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m
   Pick your poison,
        G
tell me what you doin'
C
 Everybody gon' respect the shooter
        Bm                               D
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m                        G
      And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway,
     C
thataway
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
      Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel

Battute

[Intro]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |

[Verse 1]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |

Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it,
ya bish
Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it,
ya bish?
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five, I know it's vacant,
ya bish
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond,
"Let It Burn" came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen,
ya bish
Park the car, then we start rhymin',
ya bish
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You lookin' like an easy comeup,
ya bish
A silver spoon, I know you come from,
ya bish
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Chorus]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - |

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
And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway,
thataway
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 niggas 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

[Verse 2]
             | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |

Dreams of livin' life like rappers do   Bump that new
Efourty after school
You know, "Big Ballin' With My Homies"
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
Another casualty at war, ya bish
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head  He said one day I'll be
on tour,
ya bish  That Louis Burgers never be the same
A Louis belt'll never ease that pain But I'ma purchase
when that day is jerkin'
Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skrrtin'
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

[Chorus]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |

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
And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway,
thataway
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 niggas 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

[Bridge]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
Love one of you bucketheaded 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 bucketheaded hoes? No way
Hit the streets,
then we break the code? No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way

[Verse 3]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |

'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick
your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquors spillin',
pistols poppin'
Bakin' soda, yola whippin',
ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just domed a nigga,
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
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade,
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, niggas sellin' drugs,
but it's all good
Broken promises,
steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker
is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree

[Chorus]
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - | - D |
| Em - | - - | F#m - | G - |
| C  - | - - | Bm  - |

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
And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway,
thataway
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel

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