Digital Girl (feat. The-Dream)

Girl, you so sexy though

I should just lay at your feet, girl

I wanna see what's under there, there

Now put it in the air, yeah, load it on my MacBook Air

It's a new form of macking, don't be old-fashioned

Update your passion

Only reason why I be iChatting

Is when it's time for some action

I wanna hit it way, way out like John Paxton

But for now, I just gotta watch her practice

Send her a picture so she see it

She said, I-I-I can't believe it

Uh-uh-uh-uh, she all on me, on me

I-I-I think she want me, want me

I think she showed her homies, why?

'Cause all the homies on me

Hey yo, all the digital gon' have to do for now

But I'ma break you down when I get back in town

I love it, girl

The way you bring your light into this room

I love it, girl

The way your legs light up when they're in them shoes, oh

I love it, girl

The way your lips look after you apply the gloss

Ah, I love you, girl, girl

You look right in the screen and take it off, off

See, I can't wait till I

Get a little taste of you

And I just upgraded to 1080i

High def, just for you

My digital girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl

She's my digital girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl, girl

She's my digital girl

My homies never see

But I always got you right here for me

Yeah, tucked in my Louis computer bag

Wherever you are, I could be

I type you a message full of Xs and Os

You shoot me a video and then upload

Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent

One day, I'll have you ass up in this kitchen

My digital girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl

She's my digital girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl, girl

My digital girl

Not a day goes by, shawty

Without you on my mind, shawty

I don't care what you wear

Baby, I wanna see what's under there

When you seen the picture cut off the face

Now cover up the tattoo by the waist

Let the MC search till I reach third base

And when I get home, I'ma hit home plate

Wait, would this be considered our first date?

Ye, this picture just looks so trash

Your body make a baller spend cook coked cash

Plus every good girl wanna go bad

And pose in the mags like Stacy Dash

Or Kim Kardash' and a be a lady addict

You know what's a crazy thing?

The girls that make you wait longer than AC Green

Passion of the Christ, 33-year-old virgin

That's disrespectful, baby, don't encourage him

I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Persian

Dashiki, kimono, or turban

They say I dress white, but my swag so urban

Trying my luck

I hit her with the text, said, baby, you up?

Question mark

And she responds yes, S-S-I-R

My digital girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl, girl

My digital girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl, girl

My digital girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl

Girl, girl, girl, girl