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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slim Jxmmi
Vocals
Swae Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaquil Brown
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Producer
Swae Lee
Recording Engineer
Randy Lanphear
Recording Engineer
Darryle "Rell" Gayle
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
Mixing Engineer
D. Gayle
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Zaytoven
Slide, slide
Sremm 4, yeah (Slide, slide)
Yeah
Yo
Slide, slide
M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Drank off in the ride
Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing welcomed 'round a **** is nines and dimes
Pull off, David Banner
Bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, ****, we ain't at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep a don cannon?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuck in Laurel Canyon
Classic shit only, I just put away the Bentley
Forty from another milli, you got mail, ****, send it
Another record deal with Sremmurd, ****, all I know is spend it
Up in Saks, swiping cards like I'm Russell Simmons
You should clean ya ice, it ain't shining
Lately I been running through this money like a lineman
If she ain't fucking, she gotta say that in advance
Alexander McQueens, I ain't rocking Vans
Rap shit, it's on lock like a sentence
Racing to that check, photo finish
Ooh, he hoping out the bitch, I got it tinted
I'm cracking bad bitches to the crack of dawn
Two thousand on the feet, now, I'm stepping
I just paid da rent like Kevin
I ain't going easy on the engine when I revved it
The paper gotta have some longevity
M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Drank off in the ride
Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing welcomed 'round a **** is nines and dimes
Pull off, David Banner
Bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, ****, we ain't at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep a don cannon?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuck in Laurel Canyon
Top down in my SS, diamonds dancing like I'm Famous Amos
I got hits like Devin Haney, feel like Michael how I made it
I be jumping off the stage wit all my chains, they think I'm crazy
Fifteen hundred on some shoes I wore for one occasion (Once)
Racing to the money, coulda drove for Talladega
I know she a go, it ain't no way I could save her
All my **** got Wi-Fi, look like we stealing cable
When I mohead and pop my leg, it look like I'm disabled
How I'm stuntin', I'm giving myself inspiration
Took a shit on all my haters, still got toilet paper (Paper)
Got a seat at my own table, don't need no favors
Ida Street, baby, smoke green by the acre
M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Drank off in the ride
Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing welcomed 'round a **** is nines and dimes
Pull off, David Banner
Bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, ****, we ain't at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep a don cannon?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuck in Laurel Canyon
Written by: A. Brown, K. Brown, Xavier Dotson