"Money, Money" lyrics

Money, Money, Money, girls
Money, Money, Money, girls
Money, Money, Money, girls, girls, cash, cash!

Dizzee-diz I keep the money coming in
Eight hundred fifty pound jeans covering my shin
'Cause my legs are skinny but my wallet ain't thin
Every time I bust a smile it's a big money grin
And I can't stop grinning 'cause I don't stop winning
Everybody wanna bring it like they knew me from beginning
Change my number every week
My phone don't stop dingin'
Gotta change my home address
My bell don't stop ringin'
And I can't stop sinnin'
So I pray on the women
Take 'em to the player pad
For some late night swimmin'
Then we do the wild thing
'Cause we finished skinny dippin'
Then I pray in the mornin'
That my willy ain't stingin'
Now she says she got a man
But her heart ain't in him
If he ever tries a ting
Then I'm gonna have to chin him
Yeah my attitude's mingin'
I don't really give a friggin' rasclar
'Cause I'm big and, rude boy that's how I'm livin'

Money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
(I like) money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
(You like) money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
(We like) money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash

(Alright) no rims on my car, no twenty-two's
But I had a mortgage way before I turned twenty-two
Any who, really ain't concerned with who I tell it to
I got an attitude, similar, to a smelly shoe
If I laid my trainers out
I bet they stretch to Timbuktu
I got so many fitted hats
I don't know what the fuck to do
See me on the tele with Jeremy Paxman on the news
Help me raise my profile and my money
Don't get it confused
I will never lose
Standardly, I'll always get my dues
You ain't never gonna catch me sleeping
I will never snooze
But you still might catch me kicking back
On a luxury cruise
With a freaky model
Blowing me like a Didgeridoo
This it the shit that we do
On a regular, I'm telling ya
Try play me for my money
And I'll put a shell in ya
Now people say I'm ignorant
They think I'm too flash
All I know is money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash!
So I say

Money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
(I like) money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
(You like) money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
(We like) money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash!

My, my Gucci, my, my, my Gucci shoe, my, my Gucci
My, my, my, my Gucci shoes, my, my Gucci shoes make
Love to my big toe, my Gucci shoes make love to
My big toe

I ain't Beckham but you know I got the game plan
Dylan Mills or Dizzee Rascal, it's all the same, man
Still a name brand
And I ain't part of no chain gang
Call me Lewis Hamilton, I got my own lane, man
Speeding down the motorway, my cars never been towed away
Traffic wardens take my autograph and then they go away
I think I might quit music, should I disappear with no delay
And open up a shop with all the clothes that I just throw away
You know I stay
Bad the the bone
Pockets fully blown
Sippin' on Patron
I'm like their favorite handbag
Girls don't want to leave me alone
Plus I'm pussy prone
Always on the bone
Always in the zone
Love 'em and I leave 'em
Put 'em in the taxi home
That's what time it is
This ain't no Rolex, it's a Breitling
Won't tell you what I paid for it because it's frightenin'
I fly first class
Eat a la carte
Plus I play my part
Modern day superstar on the high ting

Money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
Money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
Money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
Money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash