Post to Be (Remix)

[Intro: Omarion, YG]
Omarion (Hey!)
And your chick (Tell you what)
Your chick
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Remix!

[Verse 1: Omarion]
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

[Break: Omarion]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
I said, this is the remix
Let's go!

[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
If your nigga come close to me
I'ma make him eat this pussy appropriately
Like hmm, Cheerios la-la
Put that Foxy Brown in his face, ill na na (Uh, uh)
Fuck the rumors, got the hoes with me
I'm a pimp by blood, ain't no coachin' me
Who? Yeah, they know it's me
He a rapper, but I make that nigga sing to me (Oh, woah)
Like oh, I'm here, this is my year
I ain't goin' back, my old life is done (I ain't goin' back)
Boss, a name I call myself
Slap a pussy nigga talkin' out of tongue (Uh, what up?)
Yeah, yeah, that's how it goes with me (Yeah, yeah)
I just got a check up
And ain't no ho with me, yeah (Ain't no ho in my blood)
VIP bottles over D
On the couch, got 'em all throwin' fours with me (Hold up)
Hoes up, hoes down (Hey), all I gotta do is smile
You ain't want me back then, but I bet you want me now
Body goin' crazy, he want me to have his child
He be fuckin' with them hoes, yeah, I heard you get around
Whisper him in his ear, tell him, "I want it now"
He said, "Stop talkin' all that freaky shit
Ain't tryna get aroused" (Yeah)
That's how it's 'posed to be, yeah ('Posed to be)
That's how it's 'posed to be, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Omarion, Chris Brown, Omarion & Chris Brown]
If your chick come close to me
She ain't goin' home when she 'posed to be (Aw, yeah, no)
I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be, ooh
All my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they 'posed to be, ooh
The hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic, like, "Pose for me"
(Ooh, ooh) That's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah)
(Ooh) Yeah, yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ooh, ooh) Yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah)
(Ooh) Everything good like it's 'posed to be (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz, Jhené Aiko]
They about to take your phone, just see (Yup!)
I don't need no hoes exposin' me (Nah)
Ain't another nigga cold as me (Yup!)
Ain't another nigga cold as me, cold as me (Woo!)
And I'm livin' like a movie (Woo!)
Pretty women in the jacuzzi (Woo!)
The way she kissin' on her friend, do she even like men?
My nigga, she could have fooled me
I be tryna chill, stay tight (Let's chill)
But they all want some, can you blame 'em? (Can you blame 'em?)
Want their walls decorated, rearranged
'Cause a nigga handsome, wealthy, famous
Who gives a fuck what they say (They say), he say (He say), she say (She say)?
Hey, Trey, ain't ya hear Jhené say (What?)
But he gotta eat the booty like groceries (Woop!)
You know how wild I be
Had that pussy like, "Clean up on aisle three" (Three)
Had that pussy like, "Slow down, woah, now, please" (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 (Oh-oh)
Put it to rest every time a nigga lay (Woah)
Ain't another nigga cold as me
Butt, butt, butt naked is what you're 'posed to be

[Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign]
AMG kit on the Benz (Skrrt)
You got home girls, I got friends (Yeah)
Y'all should all come to the house
Get topless, then let's go swimming (Splash)
I just made a million like it's 'posed to be ('Posed to be)
And that's just the beginnin' like it's 'posed to be (Oh, yeah)
Pocket rockets stay real close to me (Bang, bang)
And a new bitch stay close to me (Oh)
Oh, she a ho to me (Ho to me)
And we don't love hoes, how it's 'posed to be ('Posed to be, yeah)
Ooh, she did some blow off me
Told her I don't fuck around, I just blow the tree (Dolla)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Omarion, Chris Brown, Ty Dolla $ign, Rick Ross]
If your chick come close to me
She ain't going home when she 'posed to be (Oh, yeah, Dolla $ign)
I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be (Oh-oh)
Ooh, all my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they 'posed to be ('Posed to be)
Ooh, the hoes go for me (Yeah)
Have your chick send a pic, like, "Pose for me" (Oh, no, no)
(Ooh) That's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah)
Yeah, yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(All the sexy ladies, put your hands in the sky right now, baby)
(Ooh) Yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah)
(It's the boss)
Everything good like it's 'posed to be (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
Dead or alive, sayin' boss top five (Ugh!)
Let my top down just to throw the rock sign (Woo!)
Not Jigga, Jay Dilla and the Pharcyde (What?)
I'm the realest, disagreein' with a Glock 9 (Damn)
But fuckin' with us, so he had to get the Benz truck (Oh)
Cuttin' corners, lil' niggas fuck your rims up (Yeah)
She can't fuck with me, she say she rock with Wale (Haha)
Double M, we throw them alley-oops, that's all day (Swish)
Westside, it's goin' down at the Polo Lounge (Ugh!)
Half pound for my rounds just to go around (Woo!)
Copy paste, tweez niggas even 'bout that slang (Mane)
Black bottle in the sky, free Gucci Mane (Woo!)

[Chorus: Omarion, Jhené Aiko, Ty Dolla $ign]
(Ooh) If your chick come close to me
(Ooh) She ain't going home when she 'posed to be (Oh, yeah)
I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be (Ooh, yeah)
I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be (Gettin' money)
Ooh, all my niggas close to me (Yeah)
And all them other niggas where they 'posed to be (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)