Released on November 10, 2014

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[Chorus]

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak

Her mind, her mind, her mind

Her mind, her mind


[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]

M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school

Sprinkled it with bad bitch, mixed it up with soul food

Put it on a plate with the bass and the tweeters

For them haters, out here starvin', motherfucker I could feed ya

With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain

Chrome wheel in the water, might just get me in the summer

It look good don't it? Throw some wood on it, with the golden vogue

Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote

Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking butters down

Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground

One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin'

Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds

While I'm


[Chorus]

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak

Her mind, her mind, her mind

Her mind, her mind


[Verse 2: E-40]

I got armorall on my tongue, I talk slick

Catch a chick without using my hands, master manip

Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big K.R.I.T

Woofers in the back, tweeters in the lip

Push button secret stash spot for my yammer

Yammer mean yissle, pistol, or hammer

Blowing veggies, broccoli in the air

That's that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere

Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol

Body and soul, be about your brinead, increase your bankroll

Drink and cheefin', me and all my heathens bustin' power moves

In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rules


[Chorus]

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak

Her mind, her mind, her mind

Her mind, her mind


[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

On a mission, just me and Vincent

Your bitch might just come up missin' like the roof

Known to talk that player shit mama, that's just how I do

My old school look powder blue

We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin'

Sat down, ordered the clam chowder

I had the lobster bisque

I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is

Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke

Take your panties off, you don't need those

Real niggas stay stuck to the G code

Never cheat, never off my feet

Never let these niggas see your weakness

If I eat then my niggas eat

Hit the weed then we hit the sheets

That be our little secret


[Bridge x2]

Round and round we go

Unlock and unload

I'll remote control

Her mind, her mind

Round and round we go

Unlock and unload

I'll remote control

Her mind, her mind


[Chorus]

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak

Her mind, her mind, her mind

Her mind, her mind