Post to Be - Omarion

Omarion (Breezy!)
And yo chick, yo chick
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

If your chick come close to me
She ain’t going home when she post to be
I’m getting money like I’m post to be
I’m getting money like I’m post to be
Ooh, all my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they post to be
Ooh, the hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic, like, “Pose for me!”
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
Yeah, that’s how it post to be
Ooh, yeah, that’s how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

Pull up to the club and it go up
Make your girl fall in love when I show up
It’s not my fault she want to know me
She told me you was just a homie
She came down like she knew me
Gave it up like a groupie
And that’s facts; no printer
Cold nigga turn the summer to the winter
She saved me in her phone as “Bestie”
But I had her screaming “Oh”
Yo’ girl wasn’t supposed to text me
You want to know how I know what I know?

If your chick come close to me
She ain’t going home when she post to be
I’m getting money like I’m post to be
I’m getting money like I’m post to be
Ooh, all my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they post to be
Ooh, the hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic, like, “Pose for me!”
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
Ooh, yeah, that’s how it post to be
Ooh, yeah, that’s how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

Got your girl in my section, finna go up
A nigga smokin’ loud, I’m ’bout to roll up
She ain’t never got high like this with a guy like this
When she pop, tell her: “Hold up!”
Better believe she gon’ leave with a real nigga
I dick her down, can’t put it down like I do
I get to bustin’, no discussin’, gotta deal with it
Team us, we ain’t worried about you
Murder she wrote, yeah, yeah
When I hit it, I’ma kill it, I’ma get it like
Murder she wrote
You want to know how I know what I know?

If your dude come close to me
He gon’ want to ride off in a Ghost with me
(I’ll make him do it!)
I might let your boy chauffeur me
But he gotta eat the booty like groceries
But he gotta get rid of these hoes from me
I might have that nigga sailing his soul for me
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
If he wants me to expose the freak
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

If your chick come close to me
She ain’t going home when she post to be
I’m getting money like I’m post to be
I’m getting money like I’m post to be
Ooh, all my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they post to be
Ooh, the hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic, like, “Pose for me!”
Ooh, that’s how it post to be
Yeah, that’s how it post to be
Ooh, yeah, that’s how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

She ’bout to ride with me
And I don’t even know her name
But I know that she your girl, yeah
She chose up, are you mad or nah?
Bruh, don’t be mad about it
These chicks be for everybody

Omarion (C. Breezy!)
I’ll make him do it, I’ll make him do it

Photo source SoulBounce

Lyrics added by Thomas B. Watts