Money talks (listen)
Money talks (get money)
Dirty cash I want you
Dirty cash I need you more
(2x)

(Let's go)
Everybody wants to be famous
No body wants to be nameless
Aimless
People out shameless
Trying live life
Entertain us
Want a phat crib with the anchors
Some spend money they aint made yet
Put a bend on tick that they aint paid yet
Spend their pay check
In the westend at the weekend
Got no money by the end weekend
But they don't care coz there life is a movie
Starring a paid for by ur [bad word] Truthly is a joke like a bad episode of hollyoaks
Cant keep up with the coverload?
So they got 5 credit living on direct debit
In debt but they still dnt get it
Coz their too busy living the highlife
The nightlight, [bad word] the highway
Living large
And they all say

Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitudes bad and the weather is [bad word] Every on the paper chase it's one big rat race
Everybody got a [bad word] face
So many too fake
Checking the height I'm ready to ride
I'm on the inside looking at the outside
So it's a accurate reflection

City on the south side
Everywhere I go theres a girl on the corner
London city is [bad word] Sorner?
And its getting warmer and out of order
Trying to put a [bad word] mother to a morner
Mr politician can you tell me the solution
Whats the answer whats the conclusion
Is it an illusion?
Is it an young are dieing coz their trying to live large??
And they all say

I've got no excuse
You just wanna use me
Take me and abuse me
I've got no tabo
I have a drink with u
Do anything u want me to

We are livin in the days of the credit [bad word] Give me the do
I'm trying have a bunch
But I can't have rice for lunch?!?!?!?

Ain't fair never dreamed that he could be rare
Who cares who dares to make a change
Everybody in the club trying to make it rain
But not for famine just for the sake of habbit
15 minutes of fame and everythings the same
Again and again I see the same thing
Everybody acting like they their plane saviours
I see rough seas ahead maybe a recession
And then a depression in whatever profession
Is it my confession I cant talk im in the forefront
I can put money a like a bungee jump
But I aint trying to see the bottom
That's were I came from and I aint forgotten