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Dizzee Rascal - Dirtee Cash Lyrics



Dizzee Rascal - Dirtee Cash Lyrics




Money talks, listen, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-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 girls,
So they got bad credit livin' on day rate,
Livin' in debt when they still don't get
Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
Lovin' the high when livin' it large
And they all say

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-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
Everybodys got a screw face
So many 2 face,
Checkin their high just like their 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 southside
Everywhere I go there's a goon on the corner
Guns and drugs cause the citys like a sauna
And it's getting warmer, and out of order
Tryna put a struggling mother to a morner
Mr polititian can you tell me the solution
What's the answer, what's the conclusion
Is it an illusion, is it I'm a thug
I see younger die because they tryna live large
And they all say

I've no excuse, I just want you to use me
Take me and abuse me
I got no taboos, I'll make a trade with you
Do anything you wa-ant me to

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
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Money talks, listen, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-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 girls,
So they got bad credit livin' on day rate,
Livin' in debt when they still don't get
Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
Lovin' the high when livin' it large
And they all say

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-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
Everybodys got a screw face
So many 2 face,
Checkin their high just like their 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 southside
Everywhere I go there's a goon on the corner
Guns and drugs cause the citys like a sauna
And it's getting warmer, and out of order
Tryna put a struggling mother to a morner
Mr polititian can you tell me the solution
What's the answer, what's the conclusion
Is it an illusion, is it I'm a thug
I see younger die because they tryna live large
And they all say

I've no excuse, I just want you to use me
Take me and abuse me
I got no taboos, I'll make a trade with you
Do anything you wa-ant me to

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
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Writer: NICHOLAS DENTON, DYLAN KWABENA MILLS, STEPHEN JOSEPH VINCENT, MICK WALSH
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CACOPHONY LIMITED




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