Omarion – Post To Be (Remix) ft. Dej Loaf, Trey Songz, Ty Dolla $ign & Rick Ross Lyrics

(Intro – Omarion)
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
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, I said this is the remix
Lets go

(Verse 1 – Dej Loaf)
If yo ni**a come close to me
I will make him eat this pu**y appropriately
Like hmm, cheerios la la
Put that Foxy Brown in his face il na na
The rumors got the ho with me
I’m a pimp by blood, it ain’t no coaching me
Who? yeah they know its me
He a rapper but I make that ni**a sing to me
Like oh I’m here, this is my year
I ain’t going back my old life its done
Boss her done, I call myself
P**** ni**a talking out her 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
On the couch got em all throwing with me
Ho’s up, ho’s down all I gotta do is smile
You weren’t on me back then, but I bet you want me now
Body going crazy, he want me to have his child
F**king with them hoes, yeah I heard you getting around
Whisper him in the ear, tell him “I want it now
He said talking all that fr**ky s**t, ain’t tryna get me aroused
That’s how it’s post to be, yeah
That’s how it’s post to be

(Chorus – 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 ni**a’s close to me
And all them other ni**a’s where they post to be
Ooh the hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic like pose for me
That’s how it post to be
That’s how it post to be
That’s how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

(Verse 2 – Trey Songz)
They about to take your phone, just see
I don’t need no b***hes exposing me
Ain’t another ni**a cold as me
Ain’t another ni**a 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 ni**a she could have fooled me
I be tryna chill, stay tight
But they all want some, keep you blunted
What they want, the Range?
Casue I’m, cause I’m handsome, wealthy, famous
Who gives a f**k what they say, he say, she say
Hey Trey, ain’t ya hear Jhene say
But he gotta eat the booty like groceries)
You know how wild I be
Had em, had em like, clean up on aisle 3
Had em, had em 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 ni**a lay
Ain’t another ni**a cold as me
Butt, butt, butt naked is what you’re post to be

(Verse 3 – Ty Dolla $ign)
Angie get on the Benz
You got home girls, I got friends
Y’all should have come to the house
Get all this… 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 bi**h stay close to me
Oh, she a ho to me
We don’t love bi**hes, how it’s post to be
Ooh she, me
Told her I don’t f**k around, I just blow the tree

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 4 – Rick Ross)
Dead or alive, saying boss top 5
Luis Vuitton belt just to throw the rocks sign
Not Jigga Jay Dilla in the far side
I’m the realest, disagreeing with a glocc now
With us you had to get the Benz truck
Cutting corners rims up
She can’t fr**k with me, she say she rock with Wale
Doubling 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, leaving
Black bottle in the sky, free Gucci Mane

(Repeat Chorus)