featuring Timbaland

Intro: Missy

Damn, he he he

Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time

Uh huh, say what?

He he he he, damn he he

Timbaland, he he, yeah

We bout to lace em one mo time

Alright, yeah , ooh

Verse 1: Missy

The M-I to the S-S

They put that on my chest

My car's the way that I flex

And people say I'm dope as fuck

They say I'm just too fly

I make em wanna get high

They want a piece of this pie

But I'm just too damn chill for them

No way I flip my shit

It feels like a good hit

And even if you buy it

Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay

Nigga, what you got to say

Iza bah bah zah zay

Iza zah zah zah zay

Verse 2: Timbaland

We ridin through your hood (hood)

With a dollar dank (dank)

And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)

Two bad niggas, from the B-B-A (bay-ay)

Twelve blunts a day (what)

Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)

Who y'all think y'all is (is)

Tryin to get with Mis (Mis)

You tryin to dis

You think you can beat us, shit (shit)

Free them ill 1 to 12

Jeez and a bells

Free them ill creators

Just, I'm a friend, what (what)

Verse 3: Missy

I come back into my flow

My people just don't know

They hate the way that I hee

They hate the way that I hee-haw

Cuz I got too much doe

You know its D-E low

So what you come here fo

See, you don't wanna fuck wit me

Get it off your chest

You know who's the best

See, there's no other yes

That can get down like Missy

So hit you off like this

And you be the witness

That I'm a sure gets dick

Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh

Outro: Missy-acap