Dirtee Cash Lyrics - Tongue N Cheek - Dizzee Rascal

Money talks, listen, money talks, get money 

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

Money talks, it don't stop, money talks, it don't stop 

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

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 tick that they ain't paid yet 

Spend their paycheck in the West End on the weekend 

Got no money by the end of the weekend 

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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 lows 

So they got bad credit livin' on direct 

Livin' in debt but they still don't get it 

'Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life 

Fuckin' the high way, livin' large and they all say 

Money talks, money talks, you got no 

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

Money talks, money talks, for real, though 

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

Let me take you down to London city 

Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty 

Everybody's on the paper chase, it's one big rat race 

Everybody's got a screw face, so many two face 

Photos 

Checkin' their hide, they set their record to ride 

I'm on the inside, looking at the outside 

So it's an accurate reflection citywide 

All things west and the Southside 

Everywhere I go, there's a girl on the corner 

Buns undressed got the city like sauna 

And it's getting warmer, a lot of water 

Turn a poor, struggling mother to a mourner 

Mister 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 them all go bad because they're tryna live large 

And they all say, 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 want me to 

Money talks, money talks, listen 

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

Money talks, yeah, yeah, money talks, it don't stop 

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

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 nothing, enough to share, it ain't fair 

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 fun here, just for the sake of habit 

Fifteen minutes of fame and everywhere's the same 

Again and again, I see the same thing 

Everybody acting like they're playin' Zenden 

But I see rough seas ahead, maybe a recession 

And then the depression, then whatever profession 

This is my confession, I can't fuck, I'm in the forefront 

Livin' for my new record 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, money talks, sing it to her 

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

Money talks, yeah, yeah, money talks, for real 

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