[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

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 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