The-Dream - Digital Girl (Drake Remix) lyrics

[The Dream] I wanna see what's under there baby [Verse 1: Drake] Who's that peekin' in my window You should let some more skin show And if one of these websites get the info We can work it out, no Nintendo I just hit Alt, Tab Switchin' in between two convos I should just call cabs And bring 'em both here to the condo Yeah, normally it ain't a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection So I pray that we never lose a connection Cause I remember Stacy, she prolly hate me She used to threaten she had a man to replace me She talk that sh**, I just hit the escape key And then she get mad and wanna go and erase me And I remember Amy, she used to AIM me She stayed up late and used to blame me She said I'm too wild, she wanna tame me I told her even Photoshop couldn't change me But you-you-you, you got me open girl, why lie We ain't even tryna settle, so why try End the night with a kiss and a bye bye No strings attatched, your love is so Wi-Fi [Refrain: Jamie Foxx] I love it, girl The way you bring your light into this room Uh, I love it, girl The way your legs light up when they're in them shoes I love it, girl The way your lips looks after you apply the gloss Ah, I love it, girl, girl You look right in the screen then take it o-off, off My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl She's my digital, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl She's my digital girl My homies never see you But I always got you right here for me Tucked, in my Louis computer bag Wherever you are, I could be I type you a message full of X's and O's You shoot me a video and then upload Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent One day I'll have your a** up in this kitchen [Refrain] [The Dream] Baby, not a day goes by, whoa Without you on my mind, whoa Donna Karan underwear Babe, I swear you have nothing to worry about Baby, I wanna see what's under there It's easy, look lemme explain Oh baby, yeah baby [Verse 2: Kanye West] When you take the picture, cut off your face And cover up the tattoo by the waist Let the MC Serch 'til I reach third base And when I get home I'mma hit home plate Wait, could this be considered our first date Ye, the picture just looks so trash Your body make a baller spend cooked coke cash Plus every good girl wanna go bad In Playboy mags like Stacy Dash Or Kim Kardashian, be a lady at it You know what's a crazy thing Some girls'll make you wait longer than A.C. Green Pa**ion of the Christ, thirty-three 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 Tryin my luck, I hit her with the text say Baby you up, question mark And she respond, YES-S-S-I-R [Refrain w/ ad-lib] [Jamie Foxx] I ain't lyin, no no I ain't cheatin, no no I ain't lyin, uh no I ain't lyin, no no I ain't lyin, no no I ain't cheatin, no no I ain't lyin, no no