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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 |
