Don’t Even Know Your Name [Mash-Up] lyrics

[Intro: Omarion, Chris Brown]
Omarion (Breezy!)
Nicki Minaj
And your chick, your chick, let's go
(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record
I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair right now?
Uhh, do you hear me? I can't let a wack n*gga get near me

[Verse 2: Omarion]
Pull up to the club and it go up (go up)
Make your girl fall in love when I show up (whoop, whoop)
It's not my fault she wanna know me (hey)
She told me you was just a homie (haha)
She came down like she knew me (hey)
Gave it up like a groupie (true)
And that's facts, no printer (no printer)
Cold n*gga 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 (nope)
You wanna know how I know what I know? (Hey)
[Chorus: Omarion & (Chris Brown)]
If your chick come close to me
She ain't going home when she post to be (no) (aw, yeah)
I'm getting money like I'm post to be (yeah, yeah)
I'm getting money like I'm post to be
Ooh, all my n*ggas close to me
And all them other n*ggas 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) (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh)
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh) (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
Everything good like it post to be (ooh)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Got your girl in my section, finna go up (go up)
A n*gga smokin' loud, I'm 'bout to roll up (roll up)
She ain't never got high like this with a guy like this
Once she pop, tell her, "Hol' up" (hol' up)
Better believe she gon' leave with a real n*gga
I di*k her down, can't put it down like I do (like I do)
I get to bustin', no discussin', gotta deal with it
Team us, we ain't worried about you (oh)
Murder she wrote, yeah, yeah
When I hit it, I'ma kill it, I'ma get it like (get it)
Murder she wrote
You wanna know how I know what I know? (Oh)
[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
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 n*gga 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, ooh

[Chorus: Omarion & (Chris Brown)]
If your chick come close to me (if she come close to me)
She ain't going home when she post to be (oh, yeah) (hey, hey)
Oh yeah, I'm getting money like I'm post to be (post to be)
I'm getting money like I'm post to be (getting money)
Ooh, all my n*ggas close to me (all my n*ggas close to me)
And all them other n*ggas where they post to be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, the hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic, like, "Pose for me!" (ooh, girl)
Ooh, that's how it post to be (ooh, yeah) (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
Yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh, woah)
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh, hey) (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
Everything good like it post to be
[Bridge: Chris Brown & Omarion]
She 'bout to ride out with me
And I don't even know her name (her name)
But I know that she your girl, yeah (your girl, your girl, yeah)
She chose up, are you mad or nah?
Bruh, don't be mad about it
These chicks be for everybody

[Outro: Omarion, Chris Brown & Jhené Aiko]
Omarion (C. Breezy!)
I'll make him do it, I'll make him do it