What. People. Do. For. Money. [x2]
[Hook]
(People do)
Anything is
(What people do)
f*ck bein' broke as sh*t
Need to be posted rich
(People do)
Wicked as
(What people do for money)
It's do or die
(For money)
(People do)
Grind is
(What people do)
This weight don't get you paid
No way to situate
(What people do)
Work is
(What people do for money)
We hustlin'
(For money)
[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]
(People do)
All types of sh*t
Your own granny might blam you for a chunk of your chips
Your own family rip you off on some Gary Coleman sh*t
Blood is thicker than water, but not a stack of hundreds
It's been true since the beginnin' of time
Remember Judas betrayed Christ for a couple of shines
You done heard this sh*t 'bout a billion f*ckin' times
But money makes the world go 'round, bottom line
Man it's crazy
(What people do)
For the moola, cheese
Green, dividends
Stoop so low, they even rob they best friends
They ain't got no shame, it's a f*cked up game
In the streets, n*ggas kill for a dollar bill
Now imagine what they do for a record deal
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
(People do)
They shadiest tricks
Have you ghost writin' for 'em, ain't payin' you sh*t
Open up for 'em, they ain't payin' a cent
Forget the times you loaned 'em money, helped them pay they rent
Slept on your floor
Wore your clothes
He had to borrow your car, but won't let you drive the Rolls
That's cold
So cold (brrrrrr)
Why can't n*ggas ever stick to the code?
But see that's just
(What people do)
For the cream, cheddar, paper, skrilla
Betray family, they own hood, sound familiar?
It's so sad but true
Better listen to the lyrics, it can happen to you
(Cause money makes the world act a fool)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]
(What people do)
Anything and everything
Name it it's been done
A billion times and countin', nothin' new under the sun
Pimpin', lyin', cheatin', stealin'
Snitchin', whorin', don't forget killin'
Cause n*ggas ain't playin'
Been poppin' motherf*ckers since the cavemen
Like some kill they parents just for the inheritance
Others may for money push they spouse off the terrace (AHHHHHHH!)
Then cash that check
For that lucci, lettuce, pesos, Benjamins
It's even bigger, money hustlin' religion
Pastors to Pope's makin' money like it's dope
Slangin' dreams to the fiends got 'em hooked on hope
It's so wicked
[Hook]