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Song: | WRITING ON THE WALL (FEAT. POST MALONE & CARDI B) |
Album: | | Genres: | |
Year: | | Length: | 201 sec |
Lyricist: French Montana
Lyrics:
[Intro: French Montana, Post Malone and Cardi B] 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 and 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 (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, 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 and 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 and 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 LyricsFreak
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