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 a** 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 sh**, let's start our our freaknick. f** them otha lanes, I'm the one you need to creep wit. & I'm a real dude, always on some G sh**. Word around, I put it down, no secret. Chorus: Digital baby, I met her on the internet. She got my attention from all them s**y 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 f**" sh**, 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 b**h? Don't be offended by that word, I'm speakin real sh**. These otha b**hes 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 s**y twitter fans. Her biography works to drive me harder. She's my digital, my digital connection. Ooh girl, she's my digital connection. ( x4 )