[Verse 1: TiRon]
See, I'm in LA, and she from LA
I'm from the West, she was born round the Bayou
Beautiful too y'all, she's such a knock out
You gotta hear her talk, it's sort of kind of cute
Quarter French, half Black, quarter water cute, ooh
The girl that make you wanna get a suit, ooh
You know the type your momma might like, the kind you might write
A couple of poems about under a nightlight
But she in LA, and that's a long way
Away from Louisiana, Bama living
Cameras giving her chills of being popping
Hopping on top of couch cushion, shopping
Buying whatever got you looking, look it, look it
Rubbing elbows among the crooked
One pill, two pill took it
Three pill, four pill took it
Now she licking on her BFF because they're looking
Well f** it, long as they looking, she gon'
[Hook]
Do what she, do what she
Do what she wanna do
As long as she look, good, good!
Smile for the camera baby, get down
[Bridge]
Post it up, post it up, for him
Post it up, post it up, for him
[Verse 2: Ayomari]
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
I noticed you noticing me noticing you, ooh
I'm digging your style, your smile, u-n-i que
Got one nose, two ears, an upper lip and piercings for each
Uh, how she do it?
When I heard the accent I knew she was foreign
Bottle after bottle the waiter was pouring
n***a after n***a, the shorty ignoring
Rocking back and forth while the DJ DJs
Acting like she know the words, got her hands up high
Like "f** it, if we only live once I'mma live until living pa**es me by"
Every now and then she throwing looks in my direct
Tryna gauge if I can tell she mooching off the next
Dude with the right amount of gold around his neck
Yeah, as long as she ain't naked she gon' fake it 'til she make it
[Hook]
[Bridge x3]
Post it up, post it up, for him
Post it up, post it up
[Outro]
It's not like I'm completely naked under this
I'm wearing underwear