(feat. ATOM)

She's sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a beverage.
Try to use your Platinum card to try to get leverage.
It don't matter, she's got her own.
She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular 'phone.
She's the cutie with the booty, hottie with the body.
Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty.
Don't mean no harm, just a little fun,
Till it's time for breakfast and you see the sun.

Can't find the key to the door where her heart is.
Can't find no magic word to say all the things
I want to say.
There's no equation for that rose,
She only knows when she goes:
She's automatic, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.
Don't give her no static, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.
Automatic.

The beat gets faster, you're cravin' more.
Suddenly you make your way to the floor.
It's a hick-hop beat, boy, your body is pumped.
All the fine ladies just shakin' their butts.
Step up to one, then you ask her to dance.
It appears to you she's in a trance.
Take your time, son, play your position.
'Cause that's the primary mission.

Can't find the key to the door where her heart is.
Can't find no magic word to say all the things
I want to say.
There's no equation for that rose,
She only knows when she goes:
She's automatic, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.
Don't give her no static, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.
Automatic.

She's automatic, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.
Don't give her no static, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.

She's automatic, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.
Don't give her no static, she's automatic:
She turns on when she wants to.
Automatic.
Automatic.
Automatic