P Money (Remix) Wiley (Ft. P Money)

[Hook: Wiley]
I tell a don it ain't funny
That's why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain't funny
That's why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain't funny
That's why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain't funny
That's why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Verse 1: Wiley & P Money]
I ain't never been the type of spitter on a track
To have a donny murk me and never murk back
'Cause all I wanna do is see my name at the top
That's why I can't act like I never heard that
I've got ears, am I hearing, any pussy test, I will spear him
Them man have got one bag of chat
They've got one bag of Ps, what you bringin' round here?
Ask them what they're doin' round here
Cuh if they want a bit of mine, tell a man I want to get rid of guys
I'm known for rollin' with man that's clearly uncivilised
Man will fill in these pitta guys
About they wanna take man for a mouse
'Til I press a button and get your fanpage minimised
Every single one of their flows are epitomised
Everyone's sick 'til I realised
Nobody's sicker than the sickest MC
When you realise nobody's slewin' 'em again
I ain't Skepta, but man's been there, done that
And now man is on doin' it again
Don't touch my set, you'll ruin it again
There he goes offbeat, you're doin' it again
Mad, man can't diss my mum
Every clash I've had, I'm on bringin' in a skeng
Oi, Wiley, tell them again