Money Trees（TS7remix）歌词
作词 : tststst_
作曲 : tststst_
编曲 : tststst_
The one in front of the gun, forever,
And I been hustlin' all day,
This-a-way, that-a-way,
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 **** your main *****,
That's just how I feel, nah,
A dollar might say **** them **** 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,
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
Love one of you bucket-headed 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 bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Imagine Rock up in them projects,
Where them ****** 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 dome'd a *****,
I just hope the Lord forgive him,
Pots with ******* 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 n'em,
Get the **** up out my way, bish,
Got that drum and I got them bands,
Just like a parade, bish,
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 s,
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut,
Them serpents lurkin', Blood,
******* sellin' *****, ****** 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 FootLocker is,
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees,
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree,
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,
(The one in front of the gun, forever),
And I been hustlin' all day,
This-a-way, that-a-way,
Through canals and alleyways, just to say,
Money trees is the perfect place for shade,
And that's just how I feel.
作曲 : tststst_
编曲 : tststst_
The one in front of the gun, forever,
And I been hustlin' all day,
This-a-way, that-a-way,
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 **** your main *****,
That's just how I feel, nah,
A dollar might say **** them **** 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,
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
Love one of you bucket-headed 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 bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Imagine Rock up in them projects,
Where them ****** 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 dome'd a *****,
I just hope the Lord forgive him,
Pots with ******* 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 n'em,
Get the **** up out my way, bish,
Got that drum and I got them bands,
Just like a parade, bish,
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 s,
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut,
Them serpents lurkin', Blood,
******* sellin' *****, ****** 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 FootLocker is,
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees,
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree,
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,
(The one in front of the gun, forever),
And I been hustlin' all day,
This-a-way, that-a-way,
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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