[Lyric] Tell You About It (Mr.Aiio Lazer)

[Verse 1]
Money got a hold on me
Thinking bout it all the time like lovers be
Getting money is a form of art like poetry
Start my daydreaming like "I'm gonna make it"

I need money to support my family
Money Its not a purpose
Greediness is blasphemy
Insufficient Funds came so quick, so casually
So actually - I'm running from money just to try and catch it

Money holding in a tight grip
Food delivery at the night shift
Switching lanes fast hope it'll be worth it
Mad scheming on the day ill make it big I'm gonna have it

Rent, bills, mortgage - overdo
Looking in the mirror, like "what the fuck I'm gonna do?"
Little crimes, on evеry deal a cop few
Lord works in mysterious ways man but not my pockеt
[Verse 2]
Money got me in a chokehold
The stake is high and I am so low
Need to handle my shit like I am solo
Try to - hit it, cash quick real quick, and raw dough
The wife can't know, the kids won't understand it

Hiding the truth till I get more dough
Get up early get home late and more so
Talking to friends so I can borrow
Some cash, they get no green to pass, 'll take the field to get a lawn
Me and banks don't get along
Me against the world I'm all alone

Need to man up, shut the fuck up and get this money baby
They call us crazy but I say the world is
It's shady how lucid and dark the truth is
Like lately now the ruthless heart
Ain't hard enough to squeeze all the juices
So I'm all drained out
Sleeping in my car hopefully, my kid won't find out
I saw his kicks there all worn out
His also hiding so his mom won't stress out

[Chorus]
Don't need to tell you about it
I've been working all night long and my feet are weary
The long 10 hours shifts
Don't need to tell you bout em
Working 7 days a week
Don't need to tell you bout that
Having 3 jobs at the same time
Don't need to tell you bout that

All night long and my feet are weary
Don't need to tell you about it

[Verse 3]
Money got me forfeit the fight
Like "thanks and goodbye, it was a hell of a night"
It's like the hell with it, right?
No bright light at the end of the tunnel
I'm gonna end it in spite
That I was told financial freedom is our only hope
I Sell my labor to the highest bidder no matter the cost
Hard work and freedom is not at the same side of the rope
Or you pull or you'll hang, there's always a scapegoat
What's the price of money? Is the life of the working soul
That work every day to show they get shit in their control

[Chorus]
The long 10 hours shift
Don't need to tell you bout em
Working 7 days a week
Don't need to tell you bout that
Having 3 jobs at the same time
Don't need tell you bout that