Rob Markman, Komi - For the Money Lyrics

Heartbeat racin'
Hands goin' around and around on that time piece faces
Feelin' like my time's running out, I done contemplated
Callin' up my Madison man, gimme 16 acres
Gotta get it all out
Gotta get dem calls out
Gotta ship it far so the Feds can't trace it

We do this for the money
Just one time then I'm straight
The things we do for the money
The things we do for the money
Wa-da-da-di-wa-da-da-di

I ain't ever trap a day in my life
But I ain't sayin' I'm right
Cause shit gettin' tight and I gotta provide
So I'm just sayin' I might
My man gotta plug and for the right price
He'll introduce me tonight
He said if you really want it then you gotta be a hundred
Ain't no time to think twice
And i seen what the game do, I know the consequence
I know A Tribe Called Quest, I got common sense
Feelin' like I lost all my consciousness
Here I am with all this fake confidence
But goddamn it man my babies gotta eat
And I can't do shit with this college degree
I'm the last one they think'll go and run to the streets
But they don't even know all the shit that I've seen
My OG had a spot up off on Washington Ave
Where he bagged up the work and he kept his Lil stash
Used to go up there to chill, watch em break it in half
When I asked him put me on, he just looked and laughed

We do this for the money
Just one time then I'm straight
The things we do for the money
The things we do for the money
Wa-da-da-di-wa-da-da-di

I used to watch 'em out the window
The fiends move like clockwork
You might pick up the tempo
The dope make 'em nod first
It might fuck up ya mental
You thinkin' they would die first
The high starts to settle, then their eyes start to yellow
You know the smell, the stench in the air
When the angels fall from heaven, feel death in the air
When the thunder crack the sky, it gets deafening here
But we still pray to God though he left us in here
One night, I was coming home from a party
Saw hustlers on the block serve my teacher in the lobby
He looked me in my face like, don't say nothing copy
I stopped goin' to class and gotta a B in biology
Some people got they hustle, other people got their vices
Some people sell their soul, some negotiate the prices
Some spend all their time tryna figure out what life is
Some profit off the pain, some profit off the likeness
I sit back zoning, reflecting while i write this
My man got that work and he whippin' with no license
I start to watch the news, Fox talkin' bout this crisis
With this condescending tone like they so fuckin' righteous

We do this for the money
Just one time then I'm straight
The things we do for the money
The things we do for the money
Wa-da-da-di-wa-da-da-di