your cash ain´t nothing but trash þarký sözü

(c. calhoun)

walking down the main drag one night

i met a fine chick that looked- just right

she stopped in and i flashed my roll

i told her she could have all of my dough

she turned around, and with a fround

she said this ain´t no circus and i don´t need a clown

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

so there ain´t no need in your hangin´ around

just to make the hit with that chick

i tried to get a cadillac right quick

the man at the place looked so strange

i had nine hundred bucks and some change

we disagreed, i tried to pleed

he said i ain´t no chicken and i don´t need your feed

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

then brother you´re crawling we passed your speed

i´m walking and countin my bucks

the man with the gun said hands up

i tried to get away but i was too slow

he caught me and took all of my dough

i heard him shout, as he cut out

"you really lost nothing what you´re crying about?"

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

and he took my watch and i passed out

i woke in the arms of a big cop

police station next stop

the judge swung his fist down plunk plunk

twenty dollar fine ´cause you´re drunk

dig up the dough, and you can go

and all i had was a buffalo

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

your cash ain´t nothin´ but trash

but i sure better get me some more