Yo, M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Track off in a ride, Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing, welcome round the niggas, knives and diamonds
Pull off David Banner, bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, nigga, we ain't nothing standing
Why you think the guards gotta keep it down in Canada?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuckin' love, Kenya
Classic shit only, I just put away the bitly
Forty from another milli, you got mail, nigga, send it
Not a record deal with Schremer, nigga, all I know is spend it
Up in sex, swiping cards like I'm Russell Simmons
You should clean your ice, it ain't shining
Lately, I've been running through this money like a lineman
If she ain't fuckin', she gotta say that in advance
Bitch, Alexander McQueen's, I ain't rockin'
Rap shit, it's on lock like a sentence
Bracin' to that check, the photo finish
Ooh, he hoppin' at the bitch, I got it tinned
I'm crackin' bad bitches till the crack of dawn
Two dollars on the feet, now I'm steppin'
I just pay the rent like Kevin
I ain't go easy on that engine when I rev
The peck, but gotta have some longevity
M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Track off in a ride, Mississippi slide
Mississippi slide, they might spin a hundred times
Only thing, welcome round the niggas, nines and dimes
Pull off David Banner, bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, nigga, we ain't at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep it down, can you?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuckin' love, can you?
Top down in my SS Diamonds, dancin' like I'm Famous Amos
I got hips like Devin Hayden, feel like Michael, how I made it
I be jumpin' off the stage with all my chains, they think I'm crazy
Fifteen hundred on some shoes, I wore for one night
One occasion, racin' to the money, could've drove a Talladega
I know she a girl, it ain't no way that I could save her
All my niggas got Wi-Fi, look like we still in cable
When I mo' head and pop my leg, it look like I'm disabled
How I'm stuntin', I'm givin' myself inspiration
Took a shit on all my haters, still got toilet paper
Gotta seat at my own table, don't need no fables
Out the street, baby, smokin' green by the ankle
M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Track off in a ride, Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing, welcome round the niggas, nines and dimes
Pull off David Banner, bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, nigga, we ain't at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep it down, can you?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuckin' love, can you?
Trim for life, Swae Lee Slim Jim
Slack, slack
Slack