Money Trees Lyrics

Look, I got a knot in my jeans, I'm casually walking around when I'm stepping on feet

Swerving in traffic, my bro got the wheel, got his eyes on the road while he cruisin' the Jeep

High as a bitch, I keep bobbin' my head, all I hear is the beat and the sound of his keys, yeah

Uh, Lil' brodie a fien, he just bought him a breeze

Sick of these hoes that be diggin' for gold, they the type that'll leave, you ain't uppin' no cheese

I know a nigga that's crippin', he using a 6 when he typing instead of a B

Tryna get up in my bag, can't trip on a bitch or a hoe no more, cause I'm P, nigga

Ayy, if I smoke me this wood, then I'm goin' to sleep

I had to sit back and think, like, who fuckin' with me? Like, who really is fuckin' with me?

They be like, Jay, how you do it? It's nothin' to me, man, I swear that it's nothin' to me

I never knew I would rap at the age where you started to think about somethin' to be

Nigga, Dawgy a killa, he only 18

Dot on yo head and it's showin' up green, folks got a Glock with a beam

Damn, he turned to the streets, they was doubting his dreams

Dad wasn't there, there was no one to lead

Coulda went to the pros, coulda went to the league

I got a knot in my jeans, I'm casually walkin' around when I'm steppin' on feet

Swervin' in traffic, my bro got the wheel, got his eyes on the road while he cruisin' the Jeep

High as a bitch, I keep bobbin' my head, all I hear is the beat and the sound of his keys, yeah

Uh, Lil' brodie a fiend, he just bought him a breeze

Sick of these hoes that be diggin' for gold, they the type that'll leave, you ain't uppin' no cheese

I know a nigga that's crippin', he using a 6 when he typing instead of a B

Tryna get up in my bag, can't trip on a bitch or a hoe no more, cause I'm P, nigga

Ayy