Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash (take one)

Here we go

Yeah, you may have heard about the gangster of love and the space cowboy

But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now

Who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations

One, two, three, hey!

Yeah, it's alright (ah, look out, man, look out)

Hey, look at here (hey!)

I was walking down the main track one night

I met a fine chick, she was built just right

She stopped when I flashed my roll

I told her she could have all of my gold

She turned around and with a frown

She said, "This ain't no circus and I don't need a clown"

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

And there ain't no need in your hanging around

Oh, just to make a hit with a-that chick

I tried to get a Cadillac right quick

The man at the place, he looked so strange

Had nine-hundred bucks and some change

We disagreed, I tried to plead

Well, he said, "I ain't a chicken and I don't need your feed"

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

Well, baby, you're crawling way past your speed, yeah

Alright

I'ma play my guitar right now (hey, man, what'd you say?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Just keep on rollin', y'all

(You better believe it, baby)

Hey, look at here

I was walking into town in my white bucks

A man with a gun, he said that, "Hands up"

I tried to get away, but too slow

He got me and took all of my dough

I heard him shout as he cut out

"Well, you ain't lost nothing, what you crying about?"

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

Your cash ain't nothing but trash

And he took my watch and I passed out

I woke up in the arms of a big cop

Police station, next stop (what's the trouble here, man? What's the trouble, huh?)