Dirty cash
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Dirty cash
Money talks
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Money talks
Dirty cash
I want you
Dirty cash
I need you woh-oh
Money talks
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Money talks
Dirty cash
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Dirty cash
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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
put 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
'cos 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 direct debit
in debt but they
still don't get it
'Cos they're too busy
livin' the high life, the
night life, f***in' the
high when livin' it
large and they all say
Money talks
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Money talks
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Let me take you down to
London city where the
attitude's bad and the
weather is s***ty, every
body's on a paper chase
It's one big rat race
everybody's got
a screw face
So many two faced
checking the height
it's nearly ready to ride
I'm on the inside
looking at the outside
So it's a accurate
reflection, city wide North
East West and the South
side, everywhere I go
there's a girl 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 as the
young are dying because
they're trying to live large
and they all say
I've no excuse
Just want you
to use me
Take me and abuse me
I've got no taboo's
I'll make it quick
with you
Do anything
you want me to
Money talks
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Money talks
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Money talks
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Well 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 rice for lunch
It's not barely enough
to share, it ain't fair
I never dreamed that
it could be rare
Who cares, who dares
to make a change
everybody's in the club
tryna make it rain
But not for famine 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
plain sailing
But I see rough seas
ahead maybe a recession
and then a depression
in whatever profession
Is it my confession?
I can't talk I'm in the
forefront looking for
money ready to start
like a bungee jump
With no rope but I ain't
tryna see the bottom
because it's where
I came from
I ain't forgotten
Money talks
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Money talks
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I want you
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I need you woh-oh
Money talks
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I want you
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I need you woh-oh
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