Big Sean - Studio Love lyrics

[Phone Conversation] Big Sean: You ever made love in the studio? Female: Ha-ha, I never did it before Sean: You want to? Female: think I'd be interesting Sean: Ooo Female: To the music and then you could like, press play, like, I mean record and record it in the booth Sean: We could make it, we could make it happen Female: And then you could like, throw it in a song or something, background, chop it up, whatever ya'll be doin', I don't know how that work Sean: I mean sh**, we could go crazy…I could, you'd let me bend you over the keyboard? Female: Hey, I like it that way Sean: Hey, I ain't never been mad — never have been, never will be [Verse 1] Uh-huh I took you to that expensive restaurant, you so picky please I still ain't hit this week so next week is Mickey-D's Girl no hickies please I know that she feeling me, so Ima take her back to the crib to come feel on me Your name is Tiffany? Her name is Hillary Together I almost slipped up [?] Girl is you kidding me? Can't meet your mom though, I just wanna take you right back to my condo And I'm hoping I'm turning you on like a console ‘Cause with that weave in your head you lookin' like Tonto So Ima want the breast and thigh with that, like the combo She know I'm in charge, she callin' me the head honcho And baby I'm afraid if I can't get that skirt off, then Ima probably hop up in the whip and skrrt off ‘Cause playing hard to get nowadays is such a turn off And you gon' feel different as soon as you sip on this Smirnoff You dig? [Hook] (It's been a long week, yeah word) (And I'm gonna take you outta that skirt) (So why don't you come and sip on something) (I could bring my friend, you could bring your friend) Listen, I got short ones, fat ones, Indian and black ones Small ones, tall ones, [?] and them rap ones He one hit and quit ‘em so he never call ‘em back, hoes One hit and quit ‘em so he never call ‘em back, hoes [Verse 2] I realize that I don't need hoes, they need me Soon as they see me, “Oh, I heard your CD” I know they wanna hop on my peepee So presidential, I should move to DC You could ask Kiki, Michelle, and Niecy They all, take it to the summit like BGs That's bubble guts, damn And I ran through a couple s*uts, that's a whole lotta bubble bu*ts, word? Periodically like the shuttle bus And Ima probably order all them hoes some Moet ‘Cause that get ‘em more wet and that mean more s** Girl, call up your friend, let me come hit the whole set And Ima probably have them hung up like the coat check Girl, get on your knees let me give you a throat check And since they and their friends want some, oh them hoes next And Ima probably work them all out like the Bowflex And you and your friends could all watch like Rolex [Hook] (It's been a long week, yeah word) (And I'm gonna take you outta that skirt) (So why don't you come and sip on something) (I could bring my friend, you could bring your friend) Listen, I got short ones, fat ones, Indian and black ones Small ones, tall ones, [?] and them rap ones He one hit and quit ‘em so he never call ‘em back, hoes One hit and quit ‘em so he never call ‘em back, hoes