Writing On The Wall (feat. Post Malone, Cardi B & Rvssian)

Montana

Posty (Hahaha)

Okurr

(La-la-la-la, uuh)

Ayy, uh huh

From the block, now we're snipin' on the opps like Somalians

Egyptian cloth on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair

Now we comin' through the back, we don't go to the concierge

Now that boy run fashion, Cardi in that Fashion Nova gear

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

Neck work, then the leg 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' all up on me yo

Hoes all in my section, I don't want 'em, kick them bitches out like vamanos

We can work it out, lil' mama, all we need is just a little cardio

Yeah, she the type of woman if we cannot do it, I will catch a body for

Call my accountant, bought my bitch new Beamer, she whip 7-Series, yeah

I spend whatever, girl, I do whatever to show you I'm serious

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

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, dawg, 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, we're adjacent

Wish that we could take the rumors to the bank

We don't have no more room inside the safe

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, ohh

La-la-la (what you want?), la-la-la

La-la-la, ohh