The crazy chick is so bougey she gotta gucci straight jacket
And hits the Louis store when she gets her state taxes
Got on monolo boots but drives a hoopty thou
And would never date a man in a coogi coat
She coulda said it nice but put it rudely thou
And just got some stripper money but'll soon be broke
I need a toolbox for all these rachet bitches
Pussy always sells you can tell that from the past of pimpin
Magazines are just books for a cash religion
"In GOD We Trust" printed on a buck is sacrilegious
But get the money honey bee leave hive gotta plan
She'll holler for a dollar even if she gotta man
Any stand up guy can make her lie back
If you give her the truth she'll give you lies back
What she's tryna sell... I wouldn't buy that
She needs to be more concerned about where her minds at
Where's ya mind at
Baby where's ya mind at
It must be lost
Baby I suggest you find that yuh
She ain't ready for that
She probably couldn't find it with a GPS and a map
She'll do anything to get in the club
And never ever told any man that he couldn't f*ck
She's a freak but don't show it her and i both know it
Had her doing nasty shit for money like I'm Joe rogan
Pussy loose like some 42's on my waist
And I'd never go below hers with my face
That's the truth
Or ever entertain the f*ckery that she do
Suck n f*ckin the crew
Chasin Molly with booze
Makin and braking rules
Dazed and confused
Instead of helpin her kids with the homework needed for school
She's got some bad manners and I can't stand her
And only likes men with gold teeth and bad grammar
But I ain't hating you might see me with some bottoms in
You just think it looks like I got a lot to spend
You want a dumb thug that ain't me baby
I came up around some intelligent G's baby
Where's ya mind at
Baby where's ya mind at
It must be lost
Baby I suggest you find that yuh
She ain't ready for that
She probably couldn't find it with a GPS and a map
Blasé - M?ndless (feat. Nick Guerra) Lyrics
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The crazy chick is so bougey she gotta gucci straight jacket
And hits the Louis store when she gets her state taxes
Got on monolo boots but drives a hoopty thou
And would never date a man in a coogi coat
She coulda said it nice but put it rudely thou
And just got some stripper money but'll soon be broke
I need a toolbox for all these rachet bitches
Pussy always sells you can tell that from the past of pimpin
Magazines are just books for a cash religion
"In GOD We Trust" printed on a buck is sacrilegious
But get the money honey bee leave hive gotta plan
She'll holler for a dollar even if she gotta man
Any stand up guy can make her lie back
If you give her the truth she'll give you lies back
What she's tryna sell... I wouldn't buy that
She needs to be more concerned about where her minds at
Where's ya mind at
Baby where's ya mind at
It must be lost
Baby I suggest you find that yuh
She ain't ready for that
She probably couldn't find it with a GPS and a map
She'll do anything to get in the club
And never ever told any man that he couldn't f*ck
She's a freak but don't show it her and i both know it
Had her doing nasty shit for money like I'm Joe rogan
Pussy loose like some 42's on my waist
And I'd never go below hers with my face
That's the truth
Or ever entertain the f*ckery that she do
Suck n f*ckin the crew
Chasin Molly with booze
Makin and braking rules
Dazed and confused
Instead of helpin her kids with the homework needed for school
She's got some bad manners and I can't stand her
And only likes men with gold teeth and bad grammar
But I ain't hating you might see me with some bottoms in
You just think it looks like I got a lot to spend
You want a dumb thug that ain't me baby
I came up around some intelligent G's baby
Where's ya mind at
Baby where's ya mind at
It must be lost
Baby I suggest you find that yuh
She ain't ready for that
She probably couldn't find it with a GPS and a map
And hits the Louis store when she gets her state taxes
Got on monolo boots but drives a hoopty thou
And would never date a man in a coogi coat
She coulda said it nice but put it rudely thou
And just got some stripper money but'll soon be broke
I need a toolbox for all these rachet bitches
Pussy always sells you can tell that from the past of pimpin
Magazines are just books for a cash religion
"In GOD We Trust" printed on a buck is sacrilegious
But get the money honey bee leave hive gotta plan
She'll holler for a dollar even if she gotta man
Any stand up guy can make her lie back
If you give her the truth she'll give you lies back
What she's tryna sell... I wouldn't buy that
She needs to be more concerned about where her minds at
Where's ya mind at
Baby where's ya mind at
It must be lost
Baby I suggest you find that yuh
She ain't ready for that
She probably couldn't find it with a GPS and a map
She'll do anything to get in the club
And never ever told any man that he couldn't f*ck
She's a freak but don't show it her and i both know it
Had her doing nasty shit for money like I'm Joe rogan
Pussy loose like some 42's on my waist
And I'd never go below hers with my face
That's the truth
Or ever entertain the f*ckery that she do
Suck n f*ckin the crew
Chasin Molly with booze
Makin and braking rules
Dazed and confused
Instead of helpin her kids with the homework needed for school
She's got some bad manners and I can't stand her
And only likes men with gold teeth and bad grammar
But I ain't hating you might see me with some bottoms in
You just think it looks like I got a lot to spend
You want a dumb thug that ain't me baby
I came up around some intelligent G's baby
Where's ya mind at
Baby where's ya mind at
It must be lost
Baby I suggest you find that yuh
She ain't ready for that
She probably couldn't find it with a GPS and a map
Writer: Blayne Onnen
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