Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, money, money money
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, I couldn't be a chief

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a dapper
You're looking at you're jewelry thinking you're a dapper
Now you're 'round your way tryin' say you're a dapper
I'll stop you in you're midst with a blitz von clapper

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a don
You're looking at you're Avirex thinking you're a don
You're in you're area with your friends you're a don
I'll catch you by yourself make you're health all gone

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a scopes
You're looking at you're half ounce thinking you're a scopes
You're always walking round tryin' sound like a scopes
But make no mistake you're a fake, Dizzee knows

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a G
You're looking at your fake watch thinking you're a G
I see you Stratford Rex trying flex like a G
Looking for your yat she was flat next to me (okay)

You could be a dapper you could be a don
But I ain't watching face, I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
You could be a scopes, you could be a G
Could ask anything, it's a "Aight man" to me
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a diva
You're at you're dressing table thinking you're a diva
But steady tryin' walk tryin' talk like a diva
But now you just wonder and under achieve, uh

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a devil
You're looking for a way to 'cause harm like a devil
You're sitting in your yard talking hard like a devil
Cold bitter, a gold digger lookin' for a medal

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a swingers
You're getting up you're gums to da boys like a swingers
You're chattin' to a brare
You don't care you're a swingers
Now you're on the floor reading war for beginners

Big shout to the girl who thinks it's a game
You're always chatting air musta been like a game
You chat the dizzy man rude like a game
Don't make me have to skitz keep your lips from my name (okay)

You could be a dapper you could be a don
But I ain't watching face, I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
You could be a scopes, you could be a G
Could ask anything, it's a "Aight man" to me
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall

I heard you gotta a problem with me?
(Rude boy listen)
Why you tryin' make enemies?
(Rude boy listen)
Go and get you're street family
(Rude boy listen)
I'll be waiting patiently
(Rude boy listen)

Got stop chattin' my name
(Rude gyal check it)
Any little way of getting fame
(Rude gyal check it)
Me and your man ain't the same
(Rude gyal check it)
You ain't got no shame
(Rude gyal check it)

I love girls and
(Money, money, money)
I don't watch face
I watch
(Money, money, money)
I worked real hard for the
(Money, money, money)
And in the paper chase for the
(Money, money, money)

I'm from the streets so
(I couldn't be a chief)
Got girls on my case so
(I couldn't be a chief)
If its arms we can meet 'cause
(I couldn't be a chief)
I'll put you in your place 'cause
(I couldn't be a chief)

You could be a dapper you could be a don
But I ain't watching face, I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
Could ask anything, it's a "Aight man" to me
But pass anythin' it don't matter to me
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall
Show me what you're on
Where's you're cash? Raise your wall

You could be a dappa I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa I couldn't be a chief

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dylan Kwabena Mills