"Dirtee Cash" lyrics

"Dirtee Cash"

Money talks (Listen), mm-hmm-hmm
Money talks (Get money)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh (Yeah, yeah)
Money talks (It don't stop), mm-hmm-hmm (Yeah)
Money talks (It don't stop)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh (Let's go)

Everybody wants to be famous
Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless
People act shameless tryna live like entertainers
Want a fat crib with the acres
So they spend money that they ain't made yet
Got a Benz on tik that they ain't paid yet, spend their pay cheque
In the West End on the weekend
Got no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care 'cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly
Truthfully, it's a joke, like a bad episode of Hollyoaks
Can't keep up with the cover notes
So they got bad credit livin' on direct debit
In debt but they still don't get it
'Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
Huggin' the highway, livin' large, and they all say

Money talks, mm-hmm-hmm
Money talks (You done know)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh
Money talks, mm-hmm-hmm
Money talks (For real, though)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh

Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty
Everybody's on a paper chase, it's one big rat race
Everybody's got a screw face, so many two-face
Checkin' their high just like they're ready to ride
I'm on the inside looking at the outside
So it's an accurate reflection
City wide, north, east, west and the south side
Everywhere I go there's a goon on the corner
Guns and drugs got the city like a sauna
And it's getting warmer, and out of order
Tryna put a struggling mother to a mourner
Mr Politician, can you tell me the solution?
What's the answer? What's the conclusion?
Is it an illusion? Is it a mirage?
I see young'uns die because they're tryna live large, and they all say

I've no excuse
I just want you to use me (Woo)
Take me and abuse me
I got no taboos (I got none)
I'll make a trade with you
([?])
Do anything you want me to

Money talks, mm-hmm-hmm
Money talks (Listen)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh
Money talks, mm-hmm-hmm (Yeah, yeah)
Money talks (It don't stop)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh

Yo, we're living in the days of the credit crunch
Give me the dough, I'm trying to have a bunch
But I can't have raps for lunch, it's not there ain't enough to share
I never dreamed that it could be rare
Who cares who's there to make a change?
Everyone's in the club tryna to make it rain
But not for famine, just for the sake of having
15 minutes of fame and everywhere's the same
Again and again, I see the same thing
Everybody acting like they're plain sailing
But I see rough seas ahead, maybe a recession
And then a depression, in whatever profession
This is my confession, I can't front, I'm in the forefront
Livin' for money ready to start like a bungee jump
With no rope, but I ain't tryna see the bottom
Because that is where I came from, I ain't forgotten

Money talks, mm-hmm-hmm
Money talks (Sing it to 'em)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh
Money talks, mm-hmm-hmm (Yeah, yeah)
Money talks (For real)
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh


Writer(s): Stephen Vincent, Mick Walsh, Nicholas Detnon, Dylan Mills
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