Good To Be Alive - Bleach

Omarion, and yo chick, yo chick
(Mustard on the beat, ho) Remix!
Pull up to the club and it go up
Make your girl fall in love when I show up
It's not my fault she want to know me
She told me you was just a homie
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, I said this is the remix
Let's go!
If yo ni**a come close to me
I'ma make him eat this p**sy appropriately
Like hmm, cheerios la la
Put that Foxy Brown in his face il na na
F**k the rumors got the hoes with me
I'm a pimp by blood, it ain't no coaching me
Who? Yeah they know its me
He a rapper but I make that ni**a sing to me
Like oh I'm here, this is my year
I ain't going back my old life is done
Boss her name, I call myself
Type of p**sy ni**a talking out her tongue
Yeah, yeah, that's how it goes with me
I just got a check up and ain't no ho with me
VIP bottles over D
On the couch got 'em all throwin fours with me
Ho's up, ho's down, all I gotta do is smile
You ain't want me back then, but I bet you want me now
Body going crazy, he want me to have his child
F**king with them hoes, yeah I heard you getting around
Whisper him in the ear, tell him "I want it now"
He said "stop talking all that freaky sh*t, ain't tryna get aroused"
That's how it's post to be, yeah
That's how it's post to be, yeah
If your chick come close to me
She ain't going home when she post to be
I'm getting money like I'm post to be
I'm getting money like I'm post to be
Ooh all my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they post to be
Ooh the hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic like pose for me
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be
They about to take your phone, just see
I don't need no hoes exposin' me
Ain't another ni**a cold as me
Ain't another ni**a cold as me (cold as me)
And I'm living like a movie, pretty women in the jacuzzi
The way she kissing on her friend, do she even like men?
My ni**a she could have fooled me
I be tryna chill, stay tight
But they all want some, can you blame 'em?
Want their walls decorated, rearranged
Cause a ni**a handsome, wealthy, famous
Who gives a f**k what they say, he say, she say
Hey Trey, ain't ya hear Jhen茅 say
(But he gotta eat the booty like groceries)
You know how wild I be
Had that p**sy like "Clean up on aisle 3"
Had that p**sy like, slow down, whoa now, please
Every time I go down, go down like sheesh
(I make em do it!)
They know my name, I ain't even gotta say it
Put it to rest every time a ni**a lay
Ain't another ni**a cold as me
Butt, butt, butt naked is what you're post to be
AMG kit on the Benz
You got home girls, I got friends
Y'all should have come to the house
Get all topless then let's go swimming
I just made a million like it's post to be
That's just the beginning like it's post to be
Pocket rockets stay real close to me
And a new b**ch stay close to me
Oh, she a ho to me
We don't love hoes, how it's post to be
Ooh she did some blow off me
Told her I don't f**k around, I just blow the tree
Dead or alive, sayin' boss top 5
Let my top down just to throw the rock sign
Not Jigga Jay Dilla in the far side
I'm the realest, disagreeing with a glocc now
But f**kin' with us, so he had to get the Benz truck
Cutting corners, lil ni**a f**k your rims up
She can't freak with me, she say she rock with Wale
Double M we throw them alley oops, that's all day
West side, it's going down at the Polo Lounge
Half pound for my rounds just to go around
Copy paste, tweez niggas even 'bout that slang
Black bottle in the sky, free Gucci Mane