I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money, I don't have money.
Who said we don't know how to rave, surf in the crowd when I fly off the stage?
We don't need to curate.
We don't need to be arranged, dubbing in the crowd like a punter that paid.
Who said we can't have no fun, a DJ to wallop your foot and chomp?
From Lisbon back to London, you can hear the bassline, bassline thump.
So get your hands high in the air, if you can get down with a kick and a snare.
Rush the DJ if you ain't playing no lyrics on the rhythms that you wanna hear.
We don't need Soulja Boy to skank out, looking like Arctic Monkeys all round.
Cause I put that you looking on the dance floor when you're screaming shout.
Who's got the crowd on the black beat?
From the mosh pit to the black beat.
People up top on the back of your seats.
You work the bar, come closer to me.
Now skank.
Now skank.
Now skank.
Now skank.
Now move.
Now move.
Now move.
Now move.
Who said we don't know how to party?
I'm non-stop, don't stop me.
Out by the club bar, drinking Bacardi.
Who said we don't know how to party?
I'm the life and soul, don't ask me.
I'll be count on the dance floor, skanking out like a Yaji.
So take it with yourself, don't make me do the golden creeper like L.
Do the bossy bones and then swap, the rolling sweep and the bravado drop.
I'll live mine to the full, no joke, life in the first thing you see though.
They say, how come you sound so dope?
Cookie, so I tell them in code.
I say, Denada.
How the bars are so cold, but still hot like lava.
It's me, the proud, with lava.
Denada.
You're welcome in my casa.
If you put your hands up.
Put your hands higher, higher, higher, higher.
Who's got the crowd on lock like me?
From the mosh pit to the P.V.P.
People are talking about big seats.
You work the bar, come closer to me.
Now scat.
Now scat.
Now scat.
Now scat.
And move.
And move.
And move.
And move.
Now scat.
Now scat.
Now scat.
Now scat.
Now scat.





Now scat.
Now scat.
Now wot u, a混ate to the bar.
Now who lay they door Knoxville down?
The crowd don't knock like me
From the mosh pit to the PIP
People up top on their baffling seats
You work the bar, come closer to me
Now scan
Now scan
Now scan
Now scan
And move
And move
And move
And move