Dirtee Cash

Lyrics

[Chorus: Melody Washington (Dizzee Rascal)] Money talks (Listen), mmm-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), mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah) Money talks (It don't stop) Dirty cash, I want you Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh (Let's go) [Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal] 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 [Chorus: Melody Washington (Dizzee Rascal)] Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm Money talks (You done know) Dirty cash, I want you Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm Money talks (For real, though) Dirty cash, I want you Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal] 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 [Bridge: Melody Washington (Dizzee Rascal)] 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 [Chorus: Melody Washington (Dizzee Rascal)] Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm Money talks (Listen) Dirty cash, I want you Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah, yeah) Money talks (It don't stop) Dirty cash, I want you Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh [Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal] 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 [Chorus: Melody Washington (Dizzee Rascal)] Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm Money talks (Sing it to 'em) Dirty cash, I want you Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah, yeah) Money talks (For real) Dirty cash, I want you Dirty cash, I need you, whoa-oh