Dirtee Cash (Tom Piper & Nom de Strip Remix)

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