[Intro: Mercston]
Yeah, uh (rasta, rasta)
Mr. Wizzy Wow
[Verse 1: Mercston]
It's Mr Merc-y Money
Dreader than a pussyclart brudda in the army
Look pon mi lower arm though, you'll skip a heartbeat
The timepiece is like ten percent of a mortgage
The gyal dem love this chocolate 'ere suh, but I ain't on the market
I'm a Mercston [?] compressor, let's have a party
See me in the party, suit and some glasses
Pocket square, swag's on a trillionaire
I'm a thousandaire, it's looking busy in here, but she deh
From Dancing on Ice
We can have a dance for the night
Scrap that, we can dance all night
Put the bottles on the card all night
I lied; I got cash, iyah
So gwaan, bloodfire
How you leave your yard like you left the blood fire?
Haha, you get a bus buyer
It's presidents and first ladies, pree di attire (swag, swag, Wretch)
[Verse 2: Wretch 32]
Step up in the place in a quiet way
When your money talks, you can smile and wave
I don't care about the time of day
I guess I ain't going home 'til it's light again
Now I've found out where Carmen is
She round the corner from everybody with half a brick
Grown money, young man, half kid
Fifteen bags on my party, nwo that's my party trick
I hold her I'm a G, she told me she's a G
My hands are on her chest, I guess I'm looking for a beat
I know she ain't a queen, gold-digging dreams
I'm a diamond in the dirt, she gon' have to get me clean
She was flicking through the papers, looking for the latest
Saw me with [?] and Lewis, now she thinks that I'm the greatest
Ali on my trainers, The Wanted are my neighbours
Asked her for a favour: please don't ask me for no favours
Feeling like numero uno, looking at my Hublot
I know what time it is so I'ma be as frank as Bruno
Growing up, I had a few hoes, always needed new clothes
Bye-bye to my past, now I be blowing up like neuro
Please don't go over the top, why not?
I bought this chain because it goes over the top
And I only got the ring 'cause the diamonds suit my watch
I'ma be boxfresh 'til they find me in a box, hello
[Verse 3: Kano]
Catch me in Vegas for a week
Balling on a table with some ballers
Just got my fade back, I'm sweet
Old school, might even get a border
Two-seater Porsche, used to be in Corsas
Coochies, couldn't afford 'em, now I swipe like fraudsters
And if Mayweather fights Pacquiat
I'm dropping something naughty on a seat
Raunchy gyal dem ah beat in the shower, like porkies, I'm gonna peak
26 and I hustle hard, so when I reach 40, I'm gonna sleep
Wake up, morning bars when I eat, and I don't mean breakfast, a n***a eat beats
So if I yawn on a sixteen bar, excuse me, darg, but I'm a real artist
And I didn't get no sleep, yeah, I'm on my Weezy shit
Beats make a n***a black out on some Stevie shit
HMP sealing it
Bars make a n***a phone home on some E.T. shit
Team Siri, I ain't on no B.B. shit
Bosses over bums, pussy, I ain't on no C.V. shit
Feel like a big bro in the scene
'Cause all I do is babysit
Ask me where I've been and shit, I've been dropping heat and shit
These tings here's just in, no Bieber shit
Baby, I try give her the mink
Why you on some vegan shit?
Catch me on the road, though, yeah, my n****s loco
I can show you killers that wear some fitted polos
Pulling up in Volvos, eating Pizza GoGo
Adidas tracky bottoms but the Roley's rose gold
Yeah, them bars are so-so, my bars are gonna be up
Like wearing a puffer jacket in YOYOs, that's why n****s clone flows
And you pussies think that you're flossing
That's kinda like a Range but no, it ain't a Vogue though
[Chorus: Mercston]
Tell me that you like my alter ego
One minute London, next minute I'm on a speedboat
Balling from day, [?]
These people screaming they love me but they don't [?]
My alter ego, my alter ego
My alter ego, my alter ego
My alter ego, my alter ego
My alter ego, my alter ego
