Dirtee Cash - Extended Version

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, listen
Money talks, get money
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, it don't stop, mmm-hmm-hmm
Money talks, it don't stop
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 notes
So they got bad credit livin' on direct debit
In debt when they still don't get
Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
Huggin' the high when livin' it large
And they all say

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm
Money talks, you don't know
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm
Money talks, for real though
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 two 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 south side

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 mourner
Mr polititian can you tell me the solution?
What's the answer, what's the conclusion?
Is it an illusion? Is it a mirage?
I see younger die because they 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'll make a trade with you (I got none)
Do anything you want me to

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm
Money talks, listen
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah, yeah)
Money talks, it don't stop
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-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, 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



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