Dirtee Cash

Money talks, listen, Money talks,get money

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more

Money talks, money talks

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more

（Let's go）Everybody wants to be famous

No body wants to be nameless

Aimless

People out shamless

Trying live life

Entertain us

Want a PHAT crib with the anchors

Some spend money they aint made yet

Put a bend on tick that they aint paid yet

Spend their pay check

In the westend at the weekend

Got no money by the end weekend

But they dont care coz there life is a movie

Starring a luwie v paid for by ur truly

Truthly is a joke like a bad episode of hollyoaks

Cant keep up with the coverload?

So they got 5 credit living on direct debit

In debt but they still dnt get it

Coz their too busy living the highlife

The nightlight, fucking the highway

Living large

And they all say

Money talks, listen, Money talks,get money

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more

Money talks, money talks

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more

Let me take you down to London city

Where the attitudeas bad and the weather is shitty

Every1 on the paper chase its one big rat race

Everybody got a screw face

So many too fake

Checking the height im ready to ride

Im on the inside looking at the outside

So its a accurate reflection

City on the south side

Everywhere I go theres a girl on the corner

London city is becoming Sorner?

And its getting warmer and out of order

Trying to put a struggling mother to a morner

Mr politician can you tell me the solution

Whats the answer whats the conclusion

Is it an illusion?

Is it an young are dieing coz their trying to live large??

And they all say

I've got no excuse

You just wanna use me

Take me and abuse me

I've got no tabo

I have a drink with u

Do anything u want me to

Money talks, money talks listen

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more

Money talks, money talks

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more

We are livin in the days of the credit crunch

Give me the do

Im trying have a bunch

But I cant have rice for lunch

But nothing cause I not for share

Ain't fair never dreamed that he could be rare

Who cares who dares to make a change

Everybody in the club trying to make it rain

But not for famine just for the sake of habbit

15 minutes of fame and everythings the same

Again and again I see the same thing

Everybody acting like they their plane saviours

I see rough seas ahead maybe a recession

And then a depression in whatever profession

Is it my confession I cant talk im in the forefront

I can put money like a bungee jump

But I aint trying to see the bottom

That's were I came from and I aint forgotten

Money talks, money talks,

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more

Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you more