Dirtee Cash

Money talks, listen, money talks

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you

Money talks, money talks

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you

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 paycheck 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 day rate

Livin' in debt when they still don't get

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

Lovin' the high when livin' large and they all say

Money talks, money talks

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you

Money talks, money talks

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you

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 lookin' at the outside

So it's a 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 city's like a sauna

And it's gettin' warmer and out of order

Tryna put a 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 I'm a thug?

I see youngins die because they're tryna live large

And they all say

I have 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

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you

Money talks, money talks

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you

Yo, we're livin' in the days of the credit crunch

Give me the dough, I'm tryna have a bunch

But I can't have rats for lunch

There's nothing, enough to share, it ain't fair

Never dream that it could be real

Who cares, who dares to make a change?

Everybody's in the club tryna make it rain

But not for fun here, just for the sake of havin'

15 minutes of fame and everywhere is the same

Again and again, I see the same thing

Everybody acting like they playing saline

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 a forefront

Livin' for money, ready to start like a bungee jump

With no rope but I ain't tryna see the bottom

Because that's where I came from, I ain't forgotten

Money talks, money talks

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you

Money talks, money talks

Dirtee cash, I want you, dirtee cash, I need you