Post That lyrics

[Chorus]
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t

[Verse 1]
My b*tch 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 sh*t
I mean that shot
Richard Avedon, to make me look like a don, I got
So many pieces, b*tch 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
I like to own tip-top
Catch me in the McAir (Click)
They only made two pairs (Click)
Get into this hair (Click)
I do this sh*t with flare, b*tch
[Chorus]
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t, uh

[Verse 2]
Galliano, I'm in Galliano, b*tch
Photo me pronto, I'm in Galliano, uh
Galliano, I'm in Galliano, b*tch
Photo me pronto, I'm in Galliano, uh
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Grab your lens 'cause here she comes
Frame by frame, glossy lips
Must I remind you I'm that b*tch?
Elongated, sophisticated
Covergirl, b*tch, 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
Angel done sumo, 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 sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t, uh

[Verse 3]
I'm in Mugler, I'm sitting in Mugler
b*tch, take down your toupee, I'm sitting Mugler uh
I'm in Mugler, I'm sitting in Mugler
b*tch, take down your toupee, I'm sitting in Mugler uh
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm Herb Ritts with the sh*t
Go'n Diddy, crop that b*tch
Annie Leibowitz
Go'n Diddy, crop that b*tch
I'm Herb Ritts with the sh*t (Uh-huh)
Go'n Diddy, crop that b*tch (Uh)
Annie Leibowitz
Go'n Diddy, crop that, uh

[Chorus]
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that sh*t, uh