E.S.G. - Billion Dollar Deal lyrics

(feat. Jainea) [talking:] Man you know we having money, know I'm tal'n bout We get this we get that what, what mo' do you want You know I'm talking bout, Wreckshop baby We the billion dollar deal [E.S.G.:] Where my dogs at, where my boss hoggs at Tell me where my ballers, where my shot callers Now what you really know, about the dirty South Say them hot boys out, say them hot girls out No doubt, boys like a dollar sign Gotta drop it like it's hot, when Wreckshop in the house Open up my mouth, grab your cam-corder So much ice on the stone, it make the whole club sparkle Life remarkable, platinum medallion Count 'em hardly, a brick house stallion Slide-slide, slippidy slide And get a room at the Mo', you know Balling tonight, who balling tonight Now is it you, you or you Look here boo, everything I do is true We's about to body rock, until the flo' fall through [Hook: Jainea] Hear me dogs, in the club tonight We pulling up, and then stepping out looking tight Ice on us, cause we step through the door Bout to rip up, the stage floor Diamonds bling-blinging, piece hanging off our clothes Getting hated by the n***az, getting all up out they hoes In our Gucci looking real tight, cause we smoking they hate us cause we real Wreckshop, be the billion dollar deal [E.S.G.:] Where the weed smokers at, where the weed smokers at Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up Where the syrup sippers at, where the syrup sippers at Po' a cup, po' a cup, po' a cup Say make money-money, make money-money-money (make money-money, make money-money-money) Say take money-money, take money-money-money (take money-money, take money-money-money) I don't mean, to start no riot All the ladies in the house s**...be quiet (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh) All my thousand-aires, put your hands in the air Put it down with BET, you see me up there I don't care, if you rich or po' When you name start spitting, everybody hit the flo' [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Wreckshop finna drop, it's before my heart stop I'ma scream out, I got love for y'all If you ain't a playa hater, it's hugs for y'all Time to buy the bar, cause we love to ball Here's a list of my dogs, in case you don't know I'ma start it off, with that Platinum Soul You got Double D, and my boy Noke D What's up Blue, what's up Far E-T My lil' brother D-Gotti, right beside me 5"8' pushing weight, don't take him lightly Can't forget Ronnie Spencer, what's up Floyd Dobie and Darren, tearing up the Boulevard Al-1 and Swift, looking on chrome Wanna do a show, when Loren G went on the phone Nutty Block, Dirty $ Wreckshop getting bigger I love the D-Reck, the consecutive n***a huh [Hook x2]