Writing on the Wall – Cardi B, Post Malone, French Montana,  Rvssian [ Lyrics ]

Writing on the Wall – Cardi B, Post Malone, French Montana, Rvssian [ Lyrics ]


Montana
Posty (Hahaha) Okurr
(La-la-la-la, uuh) Ayy, uh huh [Verse 1: French Montana]
From the block, now we’re snipin’ on the opps’ like Somalians (Uh-huh)
Egyptian cloak on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair (Hair)
Now we comin’ through the back, we don’t do it to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey)
Now that boy run fashion, Cardi in that FashionNova gear (Huh)
We started the wave, now everybody lookin’ the same
Tell me how you want it (Woah) Shorty buss’ it down, give us the money, keep
the crown Tell me how you want it
I been around the globe in the Global Express Ten O’s in my net worth, yeah (Huh)
Neck work, then the leg work (Work) We’re the stars like the network (Work, Montana) [Chorus: Post Malone]
You see the writing on the wall Hold onto me and I’ma hold ya
You see the writing on the wall I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah [Verse 2: Post Malone]
Got a lil’ mama in my telephone, she jumpin’ all up on me yo (Ayy)
Hoes all in my section, I don’t want ’em, kick them bitches out like “Vamanos” (Ayy,
ayy, ayy) We can work it out, lil’ mama, all we need
is just a little cardio (Ayy) Yeah, she the type of woman if we cannot do
it, I will catch a body for (Ooh yeah, yeah) Call my accountant, bought my bitch new Beamer,
she whip 7-Series, yeah (Ooh yeah, yeah) I spend whatever, girl, I do whatever to show
you I’m serious (Ooh yeah, yeah) That sound familiar, they just talkin’ shit
because they feel inferior Ooh yeah, that’s just how we go [Chorus: Post Malone]
You see the writing on the wall Hold onto me and I’ma hold ya
You see the writing on the wall I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah [Verse 3: Cardi B & French Montana]
All the millions make ’em horny, Montana Cardi, we the hottest out the South Bronx,
yeah Made me holla’ for a dollar, got my makeup
on your collar You’ll be callin’ me tomorrow, yeah
And my diamonds like water, you’ll be callin’ me tomorrow
Then them dress gettin’ shorter (Uh huh) Make you push a little harder, little faster,
little deeper ‘Fore I promise I be keepin’ ya
Said it’s all about the level up, booty like a Jell-O Cup
Bitches hella’ jealous, wishin’ it was them instead of us
I done got hot, dog, realize she ain’t catchin’ up
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, I got Margiela, ah
Standin’ ovation, the broad of the nation Me and babe racin’ Wraiths, were adjacent
Wish that we could take the rumors to the bank (To the bank)
We don’t have no more room inside the safe (Woo, woo)
But I’ma ball it like a napkin, tap it like it’s Jazz-feet
Hold the door for me, then pop me on the ass cheek
Ain’t too rich to get it poppin’ in the backseat Next time you want another bitch, you better
ask me, ah Ike and Tina that ass, you better take a bitch
you know Show my name and this pass
And now we’re rollin’ down the freeway, talkin’ ’bout a threeway
Startin’ workin’ out, but he gon’ eat me on his cheat-day off [Chorus: Post Malone & Cardi B]
You see the writing on the wall Hold onto me and I’ma hold ya
You see the writing on the wall I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah [Outro: Post Malone & Cardi B]
La-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la (Okurr) ohh
La-la-la (What you want?), la-la-la La-la-la, ohh

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