| Money talks, listen, money talks, get money
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa
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| Money talks, it don’t stop, money talks, it don’t stop
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa
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| Let’s go
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| Everybody wants to be famous
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| Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless
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| People act shameless, tryna live like entertainers
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| Want a fat crib with the acres
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| So they spend money that they ain’t made yet
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| Got a Benz on tick that they ain’t paid yet
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| Spend their paycheck in the West End on the weekend
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| Got no money by the end of the weekend
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| But they don’t care 'cause their life is a movie
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| Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly
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| Truthfully, it’s a joke like a bad episode of Hollyoaks
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| Can’t keep up with the cover lows
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| So they got bad credit livin' on direct
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| Livin' in debt but they still don’t get it
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| 'Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
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| Fuckin' the high way, livin' large and they all say
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| Money talks, money talks, you got no
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa
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| Money talks, money talks, for real, though
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa
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| Let me take you down to London city
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| Where the attitude’s bad and the weather is shitty
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| Everybody’s on the paper chase, it’s one big rat race
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| Everybody’s got a screw face, so many two face
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| Checkin' their hide, they set their record to ride
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| I’m on the inside, looking at the outside
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| So it’s an accurate reflection citywide
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| All things west and the Southside
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| Everywhere I go, there’s a girl on the corner
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| Buns undressed got the city like sauna
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| And it’s getting warmer, a lot of water
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| Turn a poor, struggling mother to a mourner
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| Mister politician, can you tell me the solution?
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| What’s the answer, what’s the conclusion?
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| Is it an illusion, is it a mirage?
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| I see them all go bad because they’re tryna live large
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| And they all say, all say
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| I’ve no excuse, I just want you to use me
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| Take me and abuse me
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| I got no taboos, I’ll make a trade with you
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| Do anything you want me to
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| Money talks, money talks, listen
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa
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| Money talks, yeah, yeah, money talks, it don’t stop
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa
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| Yo, we’re living in the days of the credit crunch
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| Give me the dough, I’m trying to have a bunch
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| But I can’t have raps for lunch
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| It’s nothing, enough to share, it ain’t fair
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| I never dreamed that it could be rare
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| Who cares who’s there to make a change?
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| Everyone’s in the club tryna to make it rain
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| But not for fun here, just for the sake of habit
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| Fifteen minutes of fame and everywhere’s the same
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| Again and again, I see the same thing
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| Everybody acting like they’re playin' Zenden
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| But I see rough seas ahead, maybe a recession
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| And then the depression, then whatever profession
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| This is my confession, I can’t fuck, I’m in the forefront
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| Livin' for my new record to start like a bungee jump
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| With no rope, but I ain’t tryna see the bottom
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| Because that is where I came from, I ain’t forgotten
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| Money talks, money talks, sing it to her
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa
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| Money talks, yeah, yeah, money talks, for real
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| Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirtee Cash , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album Tongue N' Cheek, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп