Music videos
Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees
Ah, me and my niggas tryna get it you bitch.
Yeah shit that house they tell me issue with it. You bitch,
you bitch. Home invasion was persuasive once.
Persuasive from 9 to 5. I know it's vacant. You bitch,
you bitch. Dream that livin life like rappers do. Like rappers do like
rappers. Back when I don't. Rappers wasn't cool, they wasn't cool, they was
I fuck shit rainin. Went to tell my bros. Tell my bros. They're not
sure Raymond let it burn. Came on that. Burn him on hot sauce all
night I mean, you bitch! You bitch! Park the car. Then we start
rhyming. You bitch! You bitch! The only thing we had to free up
my real mind. Every third verse when we see dollar signs.
Dollar sign. You look like a easy come up. You bitch,
you bitch. Hey, silver spoon, I know you come from you bitch.
You bitch. And that's our lifestyle that we never knew. We never knew.
Now go at a ribbon for the revenue. Holly Berry
Oh, hallelujah. Pick your poison. Tell me what you do.
Everybody don't respect the shooter. But the one
in front of the gun lives for a while.
The one in front of the gun forever. And I've been
hustlin all day. There's a way better way. Looking out
the alleyways. Just the same. Money. Trees. It's the perfect place
for shade. And that's just how I feel now.
Now a dollar might just fuck your main bitch. That's just how I
feel now. Hey, diamond might say fuck the
niggers that you gave away. But yes, I feel
that now. Hey, dollar might just make
that lame switch that you side me now.
A dollar might turn to a millionaire. We we are rich.
But your soft. Dreams are living life like rappers
do. Like rappers do that bump that new E-40 at the school way.
At the school way. You know, big ballin with my homie
bro Stevens had us thinking rational and rational.
Back to reality. We poor you, bitch, you bitch.
Ain't nothing casualty a warrior bitch, you bitch
to bullet. Say my Uncle Tony head. My Tony head. He said
one day I'll be on tour. You bitch. You bitch! That Louis
burgers never be the same. Won't be the same. Hey, Louis Belle that
never eats that pain. Won't eat that pain. But I'ma purchase when that day is
jerking. Day is jerking. Pull off at church. Is whip really skirting
really scary? These gang signs out the window.
You bitch, you bitch. Hoping I love all my friends. You you
bitch, you bitch. They say your hood is the a pot of gold
and we go crash it when nobody's home. Holly Berry.
Oh, hallelujah. Pick your poison. Tell me what you do.
Everybody don't respect the shooter. But the one man trying to break
my limbs. Blah blah. The one in front of the gun
forever. And I've been hustlin all day. That's the
way, that's the way. Don't confuse the alleyways. Just the same
money trees. It's the perfect place for shade. And let's just stop
it now. That ain't Dolemite. Just fuck you,
man. Bitch. That's just how I feel now. Hey, darlin,
might they fuck the niggas that you gained? Weight watchers I
feel like that ain't down to me. Just make
that lane switch. Let your side feel now.
Hey, Dolemite. Turn to a million and we are rich.
That should not be the last one. I have to get this dough.
Don't wait up one of your fucking head hoes.
No way. Hit the streets and we break the cold.
No way. Hit the brakes when they all control.
No way. Be the last one not to get the dough.
Don't wait. Don't wanna fucking head home.
Don't make it straight. Then we break the code.
Only use the breaks when they on patrol.
Don't wait. Magic rock up in the projects. Wear them niggas pick
your pocket. Santa Claus, don't miss them stocking slicker. Spilling pistols.
-Popping baking. -Soda. You're the whipping. Ain't no
turkey on Thanksgiving. My homeboy just domed a nigga. I just hope the
Lord forgive him. Pass with cocaine residue. Every day I'm
hustling. What else is a thug to do when you eat cheese from the
government? Gotta put fire for my daughter. NEM, get the fuck up! Out my
way, bitch. Got that drum and I got them bass. Just like a parade,
bitch. Drop that work up in the bushes. Hope them boys don't see my
stash. If they do tell the truth. It's the last time you might see my ass
from the gardens. Where the grass and cut some serpents lurking blood.
Bitches sellin pussy, niggas selling drugs. But it's all good.
Broken promises. Steal your watch and tell you what time it is. Take your
Jason. Tell you to kick it with a foot. Locker is in the
streets with a heater under my dungarees. Dreams of me
getting shaded under a money trick. Holly Berry.
Oh, hallelujah. Pick your poison and tell me what you do.
Everybody don't respect the shooter. But the white man from number
nine lives by mine. The one in front of the garden
at home and I've been hustling all day. There's a way better
way through canals and alleyways. Just the same
-money trees. -It's the perfect place for shading.
-That's just how I feel. Okay. -Just bring my car back, man. I called
in for another appointment. I think you won't be back there on time anyway. Look,
I just want to get out of the house, man. This man is on one.
He's feeling good, and I'm motherfucker. Shit. I'm trying to
get my thing going, too. It's one of them. Maryland house. Just bring my car back.
Yeah, he made it feel good. Listen to him.
I got a big old, bad ass.
Good girl. I want your
body. I want your body. Because it that big old
-fat ass. -She has hell
shit eating, chopping off them Domino's no more. Just bring the car back.
Somebody say Domino's?