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[Chorus]

If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what?

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day

Half that's tax don

[Verse 1]

I've been a builder since I hit my teens

My Mum and Dad used to window clean but switched up the business scheme to thicken cream

Way before the missing teeth, before I missed the weed

I was little C stripping rooms for a bit of P

You know I grew with it, learned it from my old man and uncle

The whole van was so jammed I'd crumple, myself into the seat for the rumble to side

As my eyes stumbled to open the notion to try come to

Cause when I get there there's no time to check where your feet are stepping through the mess

There's a lot of stress here, unless the cheques clear then we're all good

Constructive building is (???) don't set

Where ever it be, to every teen working relative means

Get your cheddar and dream

To all my 9 to 5 hustlers with intelligent schemes, get your bit on the side and try endeavour at least

[Chorus]

If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what?

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day

Half that's tax don

[Verse 2]

So if you're all city, not with the graff I mean working all city putting lofts in some pad

Clocking in at, 8 o'clock with coffee and fags

Or paint splashed on your shirt feeling properly smashed, then get busy

This ones for my builders and traders, the labourers, electricians and chippy's to quick bricky's

And every skint kiddy getting shifts on the side to try and figure the size of their figures and live it in life

Digging for pipes so they finish at five, some survive via cigs and a line, no whine but their isn't the time

I wipe my eyes stick in and grind, a six of recline

With a big fat spliff, my chick, some chicken and rhymes

And that's it, back to work slip this in rewind

If you relate and your days they consist of the type of shit I've described

Then buy my disk for the price, listen through I'm like you

Here's my vision and sight

[Chorus]

If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what?

Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'

But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day

Half that's tax don