Omarion - Let's Talk lyrics

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[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 & shit)

Fast money, (Maybach O)

Believe that, (We going to turn out the club)

[Verse 1: Omarion]

Lame ass niggas in your ear all night

Ciroc got me loose, but your dress fitting tight

My rolly say 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'll be a fool to let the chance go by

So I'm gone!

[Hook: Omarion, Notorius B.I.G.]

(Ask you what your interests, who you be with?)

To Convince you, I'm the one that 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

(girl I want to please you)

And girl I really need you, So

Let's talk you & me (Boss)

Let's talk about tonight baby

Let's talk about all the good things that could happen if you leave with me

Baby, You can say I'm hatin' if you want to girl, but he can't do your body like a playa' do girl

(Attractin' with that line, what's your name, what's your sign?)

Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind

Let's Talk.

[Verse 2: Omarion]

Look at them Ey-ey-eyes over ya

Pop a few bottles like the first of the year

Stare so right, and he please you body 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

Niggas steady missing

Turning you off, Let me turn you on

So I'm gone!

[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 cocaine

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 fucking wrap

[Hook] X2

Thanks to adrianna for correcting these lyrics