The Cratez - Pose lyrics

Scrollin' down yo IG and I recognize you girl Everybody know yo name, you the coldest in the world Girl in the world Pose…one time for the one time Verse 1 She just wanna be famous, that's goals yeah Advertising that fitness sh** You got a couple grand for that pose yeah Yeen really feel like it, the bills look right So you dropped yo clothes, yeah I could say that I understand but I don't Can't quite sympathize wit' yo wants But you got a life to live and I won't Rain on yo parade wit' that funk ‘cause ya friends told you…you a real one Get them followers up, hit a million Y'all revvin' ‘em up Get cash from whoever the f** Take it to another level to bust Got big plans Strip down to get it, but that slope Get slick, yeah you slim thick Got less than no time for the misfits What she told me…but Back to the women got no idea How they put backs on linen for it Might find, it ain't the right timin' Not rhymin', talmbout real sh** All my IG queens gotta hear this You can chase all the money in the world Watch for the monsters right where the dollar bill is Baby you can place yo love In dollar bills and attention No kinda sk**, she prolly will Pop off, ‘cause it ain't my bidness And you right you grown baby And we must not see yo vision Gotta get yo money no time to waste I just hope you find what you missin' Hook Pose baby (pose baby) ‘cause they like the way that you move And they like the things that you do Just don't like the lane that you choose Pose baby (pose baby) ‘cause that loud talkin' ain't payin' Yo girls sayin' you slayin' Know yo mom and daddy been prayin' Strike yo pose (hey) Like you in Vogue (hey) 3x Strike yo pose (hey) Like you in Vogue (hey) 3x Verse 2 Uh Ain't tryna interrupt Selfies get you more wealthy Money come fast, if the a** healthy Explore tab, pa**ed it, lord help me Brittany Renner, got a venti fender Frame that'll get me limber The video gets to render I'm lookin' at the screenshot Like I'm tryna kiss the sender I can't say y'all some hoes Got a couple checks, y'all got some clothes The Chanel bag wit' the top that folds Black, gold strap, and matchin' robe Pose in a video You the baddest, the city know (scroll past yo face) Like you in a magazine wit' that lace All on yo phone, ya leavin' my place (y'all ain't loyal) Nah…no imagination I got can ama** patience Forget about past elation We dealin' wit a chick Makin' money off fascination Ain't double tap though …you ain't gettin' my love directly Well known fact you definin' s**y Imma put you in a pose if you let me Yeah Hook