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 big VA(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
She's in a Benz
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
'cause I got too much doe
You know my steelo
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
Hey, yo Timbaland
Yo, I'm a just (sue)
Dance a little bit
You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you?
He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin?
We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track
The track is bangin by its self
Know what I'm sayin?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want
To fuck with me
They don't want 5X
Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me
Wanna fuck with me
They don't want 3X
Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me
No they don't
They don't wanna
They don't want
No, no, no
To fuck with me
Missy talking to fade
