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money trees ai cover - mr. krabs lyrics

[verse 1: mr. krabs]
uh, me and my n*ggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
hit the house l!ck: tell me, is you wit’ it, ya bish? (ya bish, ya bish)
home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive)
from nine to five i know it’s vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)
back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool (they wasn’t cool, they wasn’t cool)
i f*cked sherane and went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros)
then usher raymond “let it burn” came on (“let burn” came on, “let burn” came on)
hot sauce all in our top ramen, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
park the car, then we start rhymin’, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
the only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind, free our mind)
then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (see dollar signs, see dollar signs)
you lookin’ like a easy come*up, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
a silver spoon, i know you come from, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
and that’s a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew, we never knew)
go at a reverend for the revenue

[chorus: mr. krabs]
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 c*n*ls and alleyways, just to say
money trees is the perfect place for shade
and that’s jus how i feel
[post*chorus: mr. krabs]
nah, nah
a dollar might just f*ck your main b*tch
that’s jus’ how i feel, nah
a dollar might say f*ck them n*ggas that you came with
that’s jus’ how i feel, nah, nah
a dollar might just make that lane switch
that’s jus’ how i feel, nah
a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
that’s jus’ how i feel

[verse 2: mr. krabs]
dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)
bump that new e*40 after school (way after school, way after school)
you know, “big ballin’ with my homies” (my homies)
earl stevens had us thinkin’ rational (thinkin’ rational, that’s rational)
back to reality, we poor, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
another casualty at war, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
two bullets in my uncle tony head (my tony head, my tony head)
he said one day i’ll be on tour, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
that louis burgers never be the same (won’t be the same, won’t be the same)
a louis belt that never ease that pain (won’t ease that pain, won’t ease that pain)
but i’ma purchase when that day is jerkin’ (that day is jerkin’, that day is jerkin’)
pull off at church’s, with pirellis skirtin’ (pirellis skirtin’, pirellis skirtin’)
gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
hopin’ all of ’em offend you, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
they say your hood is a pot o’ gold (a pot o’ gold, a pot o’ gold)
and we gon’ crash it when n0body’s home
[chorus: mr. krabs]
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 c*n*ls and alleyways, just to say
money trees is the perfect place for shade
and that’s jus’ how i feel

[post*chorus: mr. krabs]
nah, nah
a dollar might just f*ck your main b*tch
that’s jus’ how i feel, nah
a dollar might say f*ck them n*ggas that you came with
that’s jus’ how i feel, nah, nah
a dollar might just make that lane switch
that’s jus’ how i feel, nah
a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
that’s jus’ how i feel

[bridge: spongebob squarepants]
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!
[verse 3: mr. krabs]
‘magine rock up in them projects where them n*ggas 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 n*gga, 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 n’em—get the f*ck 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 ass
from the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurkin’, blood
b*tches sellin’ p*ssy, n*ggas 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

[skit: mr. krabs]
mr. krabs: kendrick, just bring my car back, man. i*i called in for another appointment. i figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyway. look, sh*t, sh*t, i just wanna get out the house, man. this man is on one. he feelin’ good as a motherf*cker. sh*t, i’m tryna get my thing goin’, too. i’m going to merlin’ house. just bring my car back. sh*t, he faded. he feelin’ good. look, listen to him!
mr. krabs: girl, girl, i want your body, i want your body, ’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. girl, i want your body, ’cause of that big ol’—
mr. krabs: see, he high as h*ll. sh*t, and he ain’t even trippin’ off them dominoes no more. just bring the car back!
mr. krabs: did somebody say dominoes?

[produced by dj dahi]

- mr krabs lyrics

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