Post To Be (Extended Remix) lyrics

by

Trey Songz


[Intro: Omarion & Chris Brown]
Omarion (Breezy!)
And your chick, your chick
(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

[Chorus: Omarion & (Chris Brown)]
If your chick come close to me
She ain't going home when she post to be (no)
I'm getting money like I'm post to be
I'm getting money like I'm post to be
Ooh, all my n*ggas close to me (ooh)
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
Yeah, that's how it post to be
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

[Verse 1: 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 want to 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 want to 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 (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)
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh)
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh)
Everything good like it post to be (ooh)

[Verse 2: 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
When 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 want to know how I know what I know? (Oh)

[Verse 3: 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)
She ain't going home when she post to be (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)
Yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh, woah)
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh, hey)
Everything good like it post to be

[Verse 4: Dej Loaf]
If yo n*gga come close to me
I'ma make him eat this pus*y appropriately
Like hmm, cheerios la la
Put that Foxy Brown in his face, ill na na
f*ck the rumors got the hoes with me
I'm a pimp by blood, it ain't no coaching me
Who? Yeah they know it's me
He a rapper but I make that n*gga sing to me
Like oh, I'm here, this is my year
I ain't going back my old life is done
Boss a name, I call myself
Slap a pus*y n*gga talking out of tongue
Yeah, yeah, that's how it goes with me
I just got a check up and ain't no ho with me
VIP bottles over D
On the couch got 'em all throwin fours with me
Hoes up, hoes down, all I gotta do is smile
You ain't want me back then, but I bet you want me now
Body going crazy, he want me to have his child
f*cking with them hoes, yeah I heard you getting around
Whisper him in the ear, tell him "I want it now"
He said "Stop talking all that freaky sh*t, ain't tryna get aroused"
That's how it's post to be, yeah
That's how it's post to be, yeah

[Hook: Omarion]
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 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, that's how it post to be
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

[Verse 5: Trey Songz]
They about to take your phone, just see
I don't need no hoes exposin' me
Ain't another n*gga cold as me
Ain't another n*gga cold as me (cold as me)
And I'm living like a movie
Pretty women in the jacuzzi
The way she kissing on her friend, do she even like men?
My n*gga she could have fooled me
I be tryna chill, stay tight
But they all want some, can you blame 'em?
Want their walls decorated, rearranged
Cause a n*gga handsome, wealthy, famous
Who gives a f*ck what they say, he say, she say
Hey Trey, ain't ya hear Jhené say
(But he gotta eat the booty like groceries)
You know how wild I be
Had that pus*y like "Clean up on aisle 3"
Had that pus*y like, slow down, whoa now, please
Every time I go down, go down like sheesh (I make em do it!)
They know my name, I ain't even gotta say it
Put it to rest every time a n*gga lay
Ain't another n*gga cold as me
Butt, butt, butt naked is what you're post to be

[Verse 6: Ty Dolla $ign]
AMG kit on the Benz
You got home girls, I got friends
Y'all should all come to the house
Get all topless then let's go swimming
I just made a million like it's post to be
That's just the beginning like it's post to be
Pocket rockets stay real close to me
And a new b*tch stay close to me
Oh, she a ho to me
We don't love hoes, how it's post to be
Ooh she did some blow off me
Told her I don't f*ck around, I just blow the tree

[Hook: Omarion]
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 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, that's how it post to be
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

[Verse 7: Rick Ross]
Dead or alive, sayin' boss top 5
Let my top down just to throw the rock sign
Not Jigga, Jay Dilla and the Pharcyde
I'm the realest, disagreeing with a Glock 9
But f*ckin' with us, so he had to get the Benz truck
Cutting corners, lil n*gga f*ck your rims up
She can't f*ck with me, she say she rock with Wale
Double M we throw them alley oops, that's all day
West side, it's going down at the Polo Lounge
Half pound for my rounds just to go around
Copy paste, tweez n*ggas even 'bout that slang
Black bottle in the sky, free Gucci Mane

[Chorus: Omarion & (Chris Brown)]
If your chick come close to me (if she come close)
She ain't going home when she post to be (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)
Yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh, woah)
Ooh, yeah, that's how it post to be (ooh, hey)
Everything good like it post to be

[Bridge: Chris Brown & Omarion]
She 'bout to ride with me
And I don't even know her name (her name)
But I know that she your girl, yeah (your girl, yeah)

[Verse 8: Fetty Wap]
Only foreign cars when I bend it, aye
I only smoke loud when I enter, aye
I turn the whole crowd when I finish, aye
I ball like Mike J, boy I'm winnin', aye
These n*ggas can't smoke with me
Got your b*tch baggin' dope like it's groceries, aye
So you know I keep the toast with me
She the Trap Queen so she gon' go for me

[Refrain: Fetty Wap]
Aye yeah baby
Zoovier baby
Guess who's near baby
My diamonds clear baby

[Bridge: Chris Brown & Omarion]
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

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