Writing on the Wall feat. Post Malone,Cardi B,Rvssian

歌詞

Montana Posty (Hahaha) Okurr (La-la-la-la, uhh) Ayy, uh huh From the block, now we're snipin' on the opps like Somalians (Uh-huh) Egyptian cloth on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair (Hair) Now we comin' through the back, we don't go to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey) Now that boy run fashion, Cardi in that Fashion Nova gear (Ha) 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) 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 Got a lil' mama in my telephone, she jumpin' out the barrio (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 Bimmer, 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 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 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 (Skrr skrr) '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, dawg, relish, you ain't catchin' up Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, Margiela, ah Standin' ovation, the broad of the nation Me and babe racin the Wraiths, we're 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 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 La-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la (Okurr), ohh La-la-la (What you want from me?), la-la-la La-la-la, ohh