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 shit, 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 and called you Tiffillary

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 the titty 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 sluts, that’s a whole lotta bubble butts, 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 sex

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 the titty 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