[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Me and my niggas trying to get it, ya bish
Hit the house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
I [bad word] Sherane then went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You looking like an [bad word] up, ya bish
silver spoon I know [bad word] from, ya bish
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Hook]
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
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
dollar might just [bad word] your main [bad word] that's just how I feel
dollar might say [bad word] them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel
dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how I feel
dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Bump that new E-40 after school
You know big balling with my homies
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Back to reality we poor, ya bish
Another casualty at war, ya bish
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish
That Louie's Burger never be the same
Louis belt will never ease that pain
But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirting
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gone crash it when nobody's home

[Hook]

[Bridge x2: Jhené Aiko & Anna Wise]
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: Jay Rock]
Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus gon' miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a [bad word]  I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustling
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em, get the [bad word] up out my way, [bad word] Got that [bad word] and got them bands just like a parade, [bad word] Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do tell the [bad word]  this the last time you might see my [bad word] From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood [bad word] selling [bad word]  niggas selling [bad word] 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

[Hook]

[Outro]