French Montana, Post Malone, Rvssian, Cardi B - Writing on the Wall

[Intro: French Montana, Post Malone & Cardi B]
Montana!
Posty! (Ha ha ha)
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 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)

[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, vámonos! (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, (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, realize she ain't catchin' up,
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, I got Margiela, ah!
Standing ovation, the broad of the nation,
Me and babe racin' 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.

[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!