Post That

[Chorus] Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit [Verse 1] My bitch will get on the ground Just to make sure the light is found The way she make them angles hit She like Bill Cunningham with that shit I mean that shot Richard Avedon, to make me look like a don, I got So many pieces, bitch why not? Have me a photoshoot right on the block I put two lanes on gridlock So I could sit in a fierce squat Spent big money on a wristwatch Highlighter on tip-top Catch me in midair (Click) They only made two pairs (Click) Get into this hair (Click) I do this shit with flair, bitch [Chorus] Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit, uh [Post-Chorus] Galliano, I'm in Galliano, bitch Photo me pronto, I'm in Galliano, uh Galliano, I'm in Galliano, bitch Photo me pronto, I'm in Galliano, uh [Verse 2] Fee-fi-fo-fum Grab your lens 'cause here she comes Frame by frame, glossy lips Must I remind you I'm that bitch? Elongated, sophisticated Covergirl, bitch, we made it Every feature soft to the touch I make all your boyfriends blush Then I let them have it As I sit in custom fabric They say you are what you eat So I wear carats and make cabbage, uh Andrew Dosunmu, make me pretty in my Miu Miu Now serving, come and grab it Tanjee banjee just like NuNu, uh [Chorus] Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit, uh [Post-Chorus] I'm in Mugler, I'm sitting in Mugler Bitch, tape down your toupee, I'm sitting in Mugler, uh I'm in Mugler, I'm sitting in Mugler Bitch, tape down your toupee, I'm sitting in Mugler, uh [Verse 3] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I'm Herb Ritts with the shit Go on, Diddy, crop that bitch Annie Leibovitz Go on, Diddy, crop that bitch I'm Herb Ritts with the shit (Uh-huh) Go on, Diddy, crop that bitch (Uh) Annie Leibovitz Go on, Diddy, crop that, uh [Chorus] Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit Hit that pose, take that flick Check your angle, post that shit, uh