Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirtee Cash, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Tongue N' Cheek, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirtee Stank, Universal Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
Dirtee Cash |
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 |
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 |
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 |