Put ya fingers in the till
You don't care, you're in the kill
Drag the fucking money out
Spend it on some gear, you twat
Put ya fingers in the till
Lie and say the stock's not right
I mean, it's not been right for ages, has it?
Put ya fingers in the till
Cash sale please, card machine's still broken
I'm sorry, yeah, thank you, cash please, thank you
That's cash please, thank you
Yea sorry mate, the card machine's still broken, cash please
Share it out and make the call
Order fours and pills and all
Share it out and make the call
Order four and pills and all
Till dipper
Till dippers
Till dipper, get ya fingers out the till
♪
Till dipper
Till dippers
Till dipper, get ya finger out the till
♪
Stick ya neck out
Lie like fuck
Who's the cunt?
It's all of 'em
Make the parcel, big and white
Sniff the bastard, fuck your life
Sod it all, everything's shit anyway
I hate you and your girlfriend, you clueless cunt
Yeah, I want everything to be lifestyle
Lifestyle, lifestyle, lifestyle
I want a lifestyle
I want a dinner on the table every day
I wanna have sex after cocktails on Saturday
I wanna joke and have confidence in bags
I want a lifestyle
I want a house
Stick ya neck out
Lie like fuck
Who's the cunt?
It's all of 'em
Till dipper
Till dippers
Till dipper, get ya fingers out the till
♪
Till dipper
Till dippers
Till dipper, get ya finger out the till
♪
90 quid's fuck-all to me
Especially when it comes for free
Spend it on some gear, you twat
Club two thousand, lap dance twat
Yeah, it's my first time, ten pound
Yeah, it's my first time
Club two thousand, lap dance twat
Yeah, it's my first time, ten pound
Yeah, it's my first time
Club two thousand lap dance twat