Your digital body
Girl, I'm fucking with your digital body
I was looking at that digital body
Girl, I'm looking at your digital body (oh)

I'm catching digital bodies if they ask
Hit me with the pack and I'm nasty
Faded in the backseat, fucking in the backseat
Run a couple stacks on a baddie, I'm flexing

Pull up with my weapon
Blow this fucking check, blow this fucking check
Catch my fucking breath and I'm back in
I can see I'm swagging

See I'm looking back,
moving packs with my mask on
Bitches hit my phone where that ass been,
that ass been

And you never, never knew
That I was looking at you
I had room for two, and I was looking at you (oh)
I was looking at you, I was looking at you (oh)

I was looking for the digital body
Oh, I'm fucking with your digital body
I was looking at that digital body
I be fucking with your digital body (oh)

I'm packing the booth with no blade
When I hop on my dick got that digital, digital money
Funny how he always hungry when I leave the shop
You a cop
Upgrade, get paid
New city new hub new day
New digital body she say she finna get naughty I'm slain
Please don't get embarrassed, I've never fucked a bad bitch
'Cause they don't wanna love me it's my first time in Paris
My Duffel bag is heavy, I'm ready
I'm running one of your functions
Digital bodies trying to touch us

Girl, I'm fucking with your digital body
I was looking at your digital body
Girl, I'm fucking with your digital body (ohh)