She found me online. I think it was twitter.
Or maybe Facebook. Her avatar made me look.
At first, I was like Whatever, just another broad.
But all them PM's lead to private phone calls.
Sending pics of ha ass and ha tits
and I'm thinking to myself, Shawty is a flip..
But she too fine. She don't get the deuce sign.
"Can I hit it in the morning," that's what's on my mind.
Sayin how I feel, time on waste..
So I ask her one question; How it taste?
Ha! Don't be shy, dime la virda.
A closed mouth don't get fed, mamii, ben ba ca.
I'm on my freak shit, let's start our our freaknick.
Fuck them otha lanes, I'm the one you need to creep wit.
& I'm a real dude, always on some G shit.
Word around, I put it down, no secret.
Chorus:
Digital baby, I met her on the internet.
She got my attention from all them sexy twitter fans.
Her biography works to drive me harder.
She's my digital, my digital connection.
She got that attitude... that put me in the mood.
That "I don't give a fuck" shit, acting like she rude.
Real diva, wine wit some reefer.
Her lingerie fit, got ma mind thinkin deepa.
& I'm a Capricorn, mami, tell me whatcho sign?
Are we compatible, can we walk the same line?
Are you a thorough bred, real ride or die bitch?
Don't be offended by that word, I'm speakin real shit.
These otha bitches just be actin.. too fake,
All they do is bring pain.. toothache!
& I aint feelin'em, nor do I deal widd'em.
All they tryna do is catch me up like helium.
Butchu and I are something different, too unique.
All you otha lil chicks gimme two feet.
You know what it is, you got my attention.
Now all I want is my digital connection.
Chorus:
Digital baby, I met her on the internet.
She got my attention from all them sexy twitter fans.
Her biography works to drive me harder.
She's my digital, my digital connection.
Ooh girl, she's my digital connection. ( x4 )