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 ***, 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