[Chorus: Melody Washington, (Dizzee Rascal)]

Money talks (Listen), mmm-hmm-hmm

Money talks (Get money)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh (Yeah, yeah)

Money talks (It don't stop), mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah)

Money talks (It don't stop)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]

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 tik that they ain't paid yet, spend their pay cheque

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 notes

So they got bad credit livin' on direct debit

In debt but they still don't get it

'Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life

Huggin’ the highway, livin' large, and they all say

[Chorus: Melody Washington, (Dizzee Rascal)]

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm

Money talks (You done know)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm

Money talks (For real, though)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh

[Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal]

Let me take you down to London city

Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty

Everybody's on a paper chase, it's one big rat race

Everybody's got a screw face, so many two-face

Checkin' their high just like 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

Tryna put a 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 young'uns die because they're tryna live large, and they all say

[Bridge: Melody Washington, (Dizzee Rascal)]

I've no excuse

I just want you to use me (Woo)

Take me and abuse me

I got no taboos (I got none)

I'll make a trade with you

([?])

Do anything you want me to

[Chorus: Melody Washington (Dizzee Rascal)]

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm

Money talks (Listen)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah, yeah)

Money talks (It don't stop)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]

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 not there ain’t enough to share

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 famine, just for the sake of having

15 minutes of fame and everywhere's the same

Again and again, I see the same thing

Everybody acting like they're plain sailing

But I see rough seas ahead, maybe a recession

And then a depression, in whatever profession

This is my confession, I can't front, I'm in the forefront

Livin' for money ready 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

[Chorus: Melody Washington (Dizzee Rascal)]

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm

Money talks (Sing it to 'em)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah, yeah)

Money talks (For real)

Dirty cash, I want you

Dirty cash, I need you, woah-oh