"Pose" lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Oh, whoa

She gave her soul to a nigga
How we make it last
Told her, "Pose for the picture."
Ya heart cold, girl
You home for the winter
You playin' way too many games
Way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga
How we make it last
Told her, "Pose for the picture."
Ya heart cold, girl
You home for the winter
You playin' way too many games
Way too many games (Uh!)

Good girl, I heard the house save her; group sex wit' clout-chasers
Broken path, she might sell her soul for that Birkin bag
Body structure, see the cuts in the waist
Only see them stars when she got fucked in that Wraith
Still fantasize, ex nigga tatted on her panty line
Turn a mean bitch into a fan-of-mine
Badass, smart face, big dreams, small waist
Think she from a small state, monopoly
I let her shop at Park Place
Heart broke but she don't give a damn, bigger plans
Tell you frustrated by ya Instagram
You ain't doin' nothin'? I could fix ya plans
She want a boyfriend but never could get a man
Then why she can't get a man?
It feel wetter in red bottom heels, leather
A soul lost, hope that Henny make her feel better
It feel wetter in red bottom heels, leather
A soul lost, I hope that Henny make her feel better

She gave her soul to a nigga
How we make it last
Told her, "Pose for the picture."
Ya heart cold, girl
You home for the winter
You playin' way too many games
Way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga
How we make it last
Told her, "Pose for the picture."
Ya heart cold, girl
You home for the winter
You playin' way too many games
Way too many games (Uh)

A private jet, you wan' fly or not? Private spot, you poppin' out
Goin' till she cotton-mouth, her coochie smell like [?]
No corny bitch, five star foreign dish
Order steak, you order fish, fuck out that forty inches (Asleep)
She the baddest, had to text she left her lashes by my mattress
PH balance, only H2O wit' salad
Had to have it, Gucci addict, only vintage, very classic, savage
Alexa, play "Real Niggas in Paris"
What you whinin' 'bout? My dessert after we finished dinin' out?
Oh, we play the crib, you into hidin' out? I might be a fan-of-yours
Couple things you could do wit' that manicure
Couple things you could do wit' that—

She gave her soul to a nigga
How we make it last
Told her, "Pose for the picture."
Ya heart cold, girl
You home for the winter
You playin' way too many games
Way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga
How we make it last
Told her, "Pose for the picture."
Ya heart cold, girl
You home for the winter
You playin' way too many games
Way too many games