Money Trees Chords by Kendrick Lamar

[Intro]
Em Dmaj7 Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Bm7 Em F#m Gmaj7
■  ■     ■     ■     ■   ■  ■   ■    
Cmaj7 Bm7 Bm Em7
■     ■   ■  ■  


[Verse]
Em                                  F#m 
Uh me and my niggas tryna get it ya bish
                   Gmaj7                  Cmaj7  
Hit the house lick tell me is you with it ya bish
     Cmaj7                  
Home invasion was persuasive
B7                                  Em7 Em  
From nine to five I know its vacant ya  bish
                           F#m       
Dreams of living life like rappers do
          G                          
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
C        Cmaj7                        B7  
I fucked Sherane then went to tell my bros
           B7                         
Then Usher Raymond Let it Burn came on
Em                             F#m    
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen ya bish
           G                            C   
Parked the car then we start rhyming ya bish
Cmaj7                                 
The only thing we had to free our mind
B7               Bm                       Em   
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
                                 F#m    
You looking like an easy come up ya bish
         G                          C  Cmaj7
A silver spoon I know you come from ya bish 
                                     B7  
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
        B7                      
Go at a reverend for the revenue


[Chorus]
      Em                       
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m7                     Gmaj7      
Pick your poison tell me what you do
Em7                                   
■   Everybody gon' respect the shooter
        F#m7                Gmaj7     Em      Em7
But the one in front of the gun lives forever ■  
F#m7                    G                     Em7
And I been hustlin' all day this a way that a way
        Em7                             
Through canals and alleyways just to say
F#m7                                 Gmaj7                     Em7   
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
F#m7                          Gmaj7                        Cmaj7
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel 
               B7                                                        Em  
A dollar might say Fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel
F#m7                          Gmaj7                         Cmaj7
A dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how I feel 
               B7      Bm7           Bm                            Em  
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel


[Verse]
Em7       Em                       F#m
Dreams of living life like rappers do 
     G                            C     
Bump that new Eminus forty at the school
             Cmaj7                 
You know big ballin' with my homies
B7                                   
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Em   Em7 Em                 F#m 
Back to  reality we poor ya bish
G                          Cmaj7
Another casualty at war ya bish 
                             B7  
Two bullets in my uncle Tony head
                                  Em  
He said one day I'd be on tour ya bish
                               F#m7
That Louis Burger never be the same
        Gmaj7                   Em7 
A Louis belt'll never ease that pain
                                   F#m7   
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
F#m         Gmaj7                   Em      
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'
                             F#m7
Gang signs out the window ya bish
Gmaj7                           Em7 
Hoping all of 'em offend you ya bish
                               F#m7
They say your hood is a pot of gold
            Bm                         
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home


[Chorus]
      Em7                      
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m7                     Gmaj7    Cmaj7
Pick your poison tell me what you do   
Cmaj7                             
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
        B7     Bm7                    Em     
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m        F#m7         Gmaj7                 Cmaj7
And I been hustlin' all day this a way that a way  
        Cmaj7                           
Through canals and alleyways just to say
B7                                                             Em7    Em Em7
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel ■  ■  
F#m7                          Gmaj7                        Cmaj7
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel 
               Bm7      B7                                             Em     Em7
A dollar might say Fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel ■  
  F#m7                             Gmaj7                       Cmaj7 
A ■    dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how I feel
               B7                                                  Em7 
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel
   Em                           F#m         
Be the last one out to get this dough No way
                G                       
Love one of you bucketheaded hoes No way
Cmaj7                                        
Hit the streets then we break the code No way
B7                                       
Hit the brakes when they on patrol No way
Em7                                         
Be the last one out to get this dough No way
F#m                          G          
Love one of you bucketheaded hoes No way
Cmaj7                                        
Hit the streets then we break the code No way
B7                                       
Hit the brakes when they on patrol No way


[Verse]
Em                                                                 
Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets
F#m7                        Gmaj7                                    
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings liquor spilling pistols popping
Em7                                                      
Baking soda YOLA whipping ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
F#m7                          Gmaj7                           
My homeboy just domed a nigga I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em                                             
Pots with cocaine residue everyday I'm hustlin'
F#m7                           Gmaj7                                
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government
Em7                  Em                                               
Gotta provide for my daughter 'n' 'em get the fuck up out my way bitch
F#m7                             Gmaj7                   
Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade bitch
Em                                                               
Drop that work up in the bushes hope them boys don't see my stash
F#m                            G                                 
If they do tell the truth this the last time you might see my ass
C        Cmaj7                         C                              
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut them serpents lurking blood
B7                           Bm7                            
Bitches selling pussy niggas selling drugs but it's all good
Em7                                                         
Broken promises steal yo' watch and tell you what time it is
F#m           F#m7            Gmaj7                      Em7
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Footlocker is 
       Em                                      
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
F#m7                 Gmaj7                    
Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree


[Chorus]
      Em7                      
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m7                     Gmaj7      
Pick your poison tell me what you do
Cmaj7                             
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
        Bm7                     Em           
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m7                    Gmaj7               Cmaj7
And I been hustlin' all day this a way that a way
        Cmaj7                           
Through canals and alleyways just to say
B7                                                               B7  
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel


[Outro]
B7                                 
Kendrick just bring my car back man
B7                                  
Ii called in for another appointment
                                            B7         
I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyway
B7            
Look shit shit
       B7                         
I just wanna get out the house man
         B7                                         
This man is on one he feelin' good as a motherfucker
         B7                          
Shit I'm tryna get my thing goin' too
             B7                                  
I'm going to Marilyn house just bring my car back
B7           
Shit he faded
               
He feelin' good
                  
Look listen to him
                   
See he high as hell
                                                          
Shit he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes no more
                       
Just bring the car back


[End]