What People Do

What. People. Do. For. Money. [x2] [Hook] (People do) Anything is (What people do) Fuck bein' broke as shit 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 shit Your own granny might blam you for a chunk of your chips Your own family rip you off on some Gary Coleman shit 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 shit 'bout a billion fuckin' 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 fucked up game In the streets, niggas 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 shit 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't playin' Been poppin' motherfuckers 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]