Ayo the Producer - Let's Talk lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross, Omarion] Maybach O, (Yeah) Rozay,(I think I'mna pull up right here) We gonna change your life overnight love, (What's up?) Uh Big Money (I'm back & sh**) Fast money, (Maybach O) Believe that, (We going to turn out the club) [Verse 1: Omarion] Lame a** n***as in your ear all night Ciroc got me loose, but your dress fitting tight My Rolly says two, but the time is three Even though my watch wrong, girl, the time so right I ain't selling no dreams, I ain't telling no lies That dress so cold, but that body on fire Ain't the smartest in the world, but looking at you girl I'd be a fool to let the chance go by So I'm gone [Pre-Hook: Omarion (& Notorious B.I.G.)] (Ask you what your interests are, who you be with?) To convince you, I'm the one you should leave with (Things to make you smile, what, what numbers to dial) Girl, I got a thing for you, but it ain't no secret If this conversation leads us To the bed room we gon' make love Cause girl I want to please you And girl I really need you, so... [Hook: Omarion] Let's talk about you and me Let's talk about tonight, baby Let's talk about all the good things that could happen if you leave with me You could see 'em hating if you want to But he can't do your body like a player do, girl (Who they attracting with that line, "What's your name? What's your sign?" Soon as he buys that wine, I just creep up from behind) Let's talk [Verse 2: Omarion] Look at them, ey-ey-eyes over here Pop a few bottles like the first of the year Stare so right, and the visual probably better But I came over just to make things clear No disrespect, girl, we both so grown Just want you by my side when I say, "So long" Been paying attention, n***as steady missing Turning you off, Let me turn you on So I'm gone [Pre-Hook & Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Uh, she lookin' like a bag of money Like a boss, so you know I let her count it for me Like to floss, new watch, gold rings People next door swear I'm dealing c**aine Me and O gettin' dough like it's no thing New Maybachs, boy, that's way out of your range All the chicks came like we at a Knicks game Carmelo numbers first and the fifteenth We the best in the biz', baby there it is I'mma handle mine, little homie handle his At the Portofino, I just bought the top floor I'm living like Nino baby, and want more Now double that, Rev Run bubble bath Overlook the city, blowing out her back She better blow my mind or she can holla back I get better with time, and it's a f**ing wrap [Hook x2]