Let's Talk About It

(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

(Jermaine Dupri)

Uh huh, oh

Oh, damn baby

Shit...........

How you get all that in them jeans?

Nevermind that, you hear this?

It's that Star Trak

Clipse, (get down!)

So So Def

(Verse 1 - Pusha T)

Question - ask any nigga

Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger?

(Pharrell Williams) - The rapper!

Naw, dawg, go figure

With the V12, I make that straight killa

I flood the block, I hug the glock

I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)

Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac-o-b

I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)

Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)

I'm too much, got bitches out for me

Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony

She said "We can have more fun", I said "How can we?"

Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)

All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question

(Chorus - Jermaine Dupri)

You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby

You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby

Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it

Wanna talk about a house? Lets talk about it

Wanna talk about jewels? Lets talk about it

Wanna talk about money? Dont talk without it

Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it

Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it

Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it

But when you talk about cash, dont talk without it

(Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri)

Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger

More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga

Hard for a chick not to stick around

When I come through town, layin my dick down

They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear

Game that I spit, and the length of my hair (Ok)

The more I come, the more I cum, get it?

What you see now, I been done did it

Every girl around, I been done hit it

Cars been kited, since I was sixteen

And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme (haha)

Big boy moves, big boy shine

Big boy watch tell big boy time

Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't mess with me

Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no mo' (Oh)

(Chorus - Jermaine Dupri)

(Hook - Pharrell Williams and Jermaine Dupri)

Na na, (OH) na na na na na na

(Come on girl)

Na na na na na na (Oh)

Na na na na na na na (Come on girl)

Na na na na na na (Oh)

Na na na na na na (Come on girl)

Na na na na na na (Oh)

(I want you to move your waist for the whistle)

Na na na na na na (Come on girl)

(Verse 3 - Malice)

It ain't too many things that exceed my reach

Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath

But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off

As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost

I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as

Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass

I generate them Franklin's and Grant's

Each ear look like a halogen lamp

I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin'

In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming'

For we compare paper, get your weight up

I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob

You see me on my back, you see me live

I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV

Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball

Wanna talk about cash?

Well I done said it all

(Chorus)