Money Trees Ringtones

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 Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish) Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it, ya bish? (ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive) From 9:00 to 5:00, I know it's vacant, ya bish (ya bish) Dreams of living life like rappers do (bike rappers do, like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (they wasn't cool, they wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros) Then Usher Raymond 'Let it Burn' came on (that 'Burn' came on, that 'Burn' came) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish) Parked the car and then we start rhyming, 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 dollars signs) You looking like an easy come up, ya bish (ya bish) A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew, never knew) Go at a reverend for the revenue 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 (now, now) A dollar might just fuck your main bitch; that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might say, "fuck them niggas that you came with" 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 the projects, where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving My homeboy just domed a niggas; I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue, everyday 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 fuck up out my way, bish Got that drum and 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 lurking, blood Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs, but it's all good Broken promises, steal yo 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 getting 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