Lyrics
Everybody's
in
the
club
Dirty
cash
I
want
you
Dirty
cash
I
need
you,
oh
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
But
they
spend
money
that
they
ain't
made
yet
Got
a
Benz
on
tick
that
they
ain't
paid
yet
Spend
the
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
covenants
'Cause
they
got
bad
cred,
living
on
direct
debit
In
debt,
but
they
still
don't
get
it
'Cause
they're
too
busy
living
the
high
life
The
life
like
on
the
highway,
living
large
And
they
all
say
Everybody's
in
the
club
Dirty
cash
I
want
you
Dirty
cash
I
need
you,
oh
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
Jekyll
and
Hyde,
they
say
they're
ready
to
ride
I'm
on
the
inside,
looking
at
the
outside
So
it's
an
accurate
reflection,
city
wide
North,
east,
west,
and
the
south
side
Everywhere
I
go
there's
a
goon
on
the
corner
Guns
and
drugs,
got
the
city
like
a
sauna
And
it's
getting
warmer,
and
out
of
order
Turn
a
poor
struggling
mother
to
a
mourner
Mr.
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
youngers
dying
because
they're
tryna
live
large
And
they
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
Dirty
cash
I
want
you
Dirty
cash
I
need
you,
oh
Money
talks,
money
talks
Dirty
cash
I
want
you
Dirty
cash
I
need
you,
oh
Everybody's
in
the
club
Dirty
cash
I
want
you
Dirty
cash
I
need
you,
oh
Everybody's
in
the
club
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