Bottles pop, joints roll

With my folks, in the whip

Section of the club with my eyes on this model chick

I dont know who she came with

She look like someone famous

She knew every word to my song when the dj played it

I asked her what her name is

She smiled when she said it

Right now i dont remember but it sounded like somethin spanish

I offered her champagne and she told me she dont drank it

I told her i wanna see her naked 

She said lil boy who u playin wit

My next thought was ok then

Im obviously dealin wit a lady

I apologized for my statement

And we kept on conversatin

She noticed we was blazin

She took a couple puffs of the haze and

She rollin up a 

And after that she vanished





Now, she on my mind

Cant get this bitch off my mind

She on my mind cant get this bitch off my mind

The shit affectin my rhymes

Im havin trouble memorizin my lines 

Cuz this bitch on my mind

Gotta get this bitch off my mind





Now im outside of the club

Me and my homies all fucked up

Tipped valet, hopped back in the truck

Whole ride home i was thinkin bout her

Thought bout callin her but i didnt

I didnt wanna call round all my niggas

Cuz they drunk asses will be laughin an gigglin

And i aint in the mood for all that ribbon

I just waited till i made it to the crib and

Attempted to call while watchin television

Wack ass cellphone trippin

Only get the strong signal when im in the kitchen

Walked in and dialed them digits

While the phone ringin

Im thinkin bout her in different positions

Answer machine, voice sound different

Thank you for callin popeyes chicken?



Bitch get off my mind

Gotta get that bitch off my mind

Bitch Get off my mind

Gotta get this bitch off my mind

This bitch wasnt even that fine

I only seen this bitch one time

Why I got this bitch on my mine

Imma get this bitch off my mind