[Intro, low and smooth, half-laughing] Eh-eh… Come deh, bredren, come deh. If yuh pocket feel heavy, An yuh conscience feel light, Amancio deh yah tonight. [Verse 1, laid-back, swaggering] Gold tooth flash inna lantern shine, Old tricorn hat an a voice like wine, Sea-salt blood an a dockside grin, He buy yuh trouble, then sell it again. Ring pon him finger, smoke in di air, Say, “Show mi di silver, let’s see what’s there.” Pretty likkle treasure from a nobleman room, By mornin, gone like perfume. [Pre-Chorus, playful, teasing] He nah say no, he just cut di price, Smile too sweet, but di deal turn ice. He tap di table, lean in slow, “Hot tings move quick, yuh haffi let dem go.” [Chorus, catchy, confident] Buy low, sell clean, dat a Amancio way, Talk sweet all night, tek half yuh pay. Gold tooth gleam when di bad coin ring, If yuh want fine tings, him can get anyting. Buy low, sell clean, hear di broker sing, From silk to jewels to a lordling ring. Yuh might get robbed by di smile him bring, But nobody move hot goods like him. [Verse 2, rhythmic, more animated] Night Crows drop in with velvet score, Lockbox broken from a brightstone door, Watch, medallion, chain with a ruby red eye, Amancio whistle low, say, “Oho, now try.” “But dis one cursed, an dis one marked, An dis one too loud fi carry after dark. Mi help yuh, friend, cah mi heart too kind…” Then him shave three coin off inna one line. [Pre-Chorus, rising, sly amusement] Him love di hustle more than di take, Love di dance of di deal dat him mek. Every little lie sound neat and refined, Like a silk glove hidin a thief mind. [Chorus, bigger, singalong] Buy low, sell clean, dat a Amancio way, Talk sweet all night, tek half yuh pay. Gold tooth gleam when di bad coin ring, If yuh want fine tings, him can get anyting. Buy low, sell clean, hear di broker sing, From spice to pearls to a magistrate string. Yuh might get skinned by di charm him bring, But nobody move hot goods like him. [Bridge, lower, smoky, dangerous] An if yuh need a thing no market show, A name no ledger ever supposed fi know, A velvet mask, blackmail letter, jade-topped cane, A bottle of vice or a little family shame— Him know a door, him know a man, Him know a boat wid no paper plan. Nah ask how, just ask how much, Amancio business got a velvet touch. [Breakdown, spoken-sung, amused] “Mi friend… mi friend… Dis piece? Beautiful, yes. Valuable? Mm. To di wrong buyer, maybe. To di right buyer? Only if yuh wise enough fi trust me.” [Final Chorus, triumphant, full swagger] Buy low, sell clean, dat a Amancio way, Talk sweet all night, tek half yuh pay. Gold tooth gleam when di bad coin ring, If yuh want fine tings, him can get anyting. Buy low, sell clean, whole dockside sing, Broker man rule wid a crooked king grin. You curse di cut, but yuh still come in, Cah nobody move hot goods like him. [Outro, fading, smooth and smug] Eh-eh… Bring di jewels, bring di lies, bring di sin. If it glitter in moonlight, Amancio let yuh in.
