Dizzee Rascal - Dirtee Cash - Sub Focus Remix lyrics

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 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 f**in' 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 sh**ty Everybody's on the paper chase, it's one big rat race Everybody's got a screw face, so many two face 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 f**, 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