“Post To Be” by Omarion ft. Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko LYRICS

 Omarion

Breezy
And your chick
Your chick
(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

If your chic come close to me
She ain't goin' home when she post to be (no)
I'm gettin' money like I'm post to be
I'm gettin' money like I'm post to be, oh
All my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they post to be, oh
The hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic like, "Pose for me" (oh)

That's how it post to be
Yeah, that's how it post to be (oh)
Yeah, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

Pull up to the club and it go up (go up)
Make your girl fall in love when I show up (woop, woop)
It's not my fault she wanna know me (hey)
She told me you was just a homie (hahaha)

She came down like she knew me (hey)
Gave it up like a groupie (true)
And that's facts, no printer (no printer)
Cold nigga turn the summer to the winter

She save 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)

If your chic 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, oh
The hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic like "Pose for me" (oh)

That's how it post to be
Yeah, that's how it post to be
Yeah, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

Got your girl in my section, finna go up (go up)
A nigga smoking loud, I'm about to roll up (roll up)
She ain't never got high like this with a guy like this
When she pop it tell her, "Hol' up" (hol' up)

Better believe she gon' leave with a real nigga
I dick her down can't put it down like I do (like I do)
I get to bussin' 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)

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 got to eat the booty like groceries
But he gotta get rid of these hoes from me
I might have that nigga sellin' 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

If your chic come close to me (if she come close to me)
She ain't going home when she post to be (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, oh (I'm getting money)
All my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they post to be, oh (yeah, yeah, girl)
The hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic like, "Pose for me" (oh)

That's how it post to be (yeah)
Yeah, that's how it post to be (girl)
Yeah, that's how it post to be (ay)
Everything good like it post to be

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

Omarion
C-Breezy
I'll make him do it
I'll make him do it

Songwriters: Chris Brown, John Taylor, Lowell Dunbar, Everton Bonner, Omari Grandberry, Lloyd Willis, Samuel Jean, Dijon Mcfarlane, Micah Powell, Mikely Adams, Jhene Chilombo, Bobby Joseph Turner Jr.