Writing on the Wall (Explicit) - French Montana/Post Malone/Cardi B/Rvssian

Lyrics by：Karim Kharbouch/Austin Post/Belcalis Almanzar/Louis Bell/Stephen McGregor/Tarik Johnston/Idan Kalai/Richard McClashie/AB

Composed by：Karim Kharbouch/Austin Post/Belcalis Almanzar/Louis Bell/Stephen McGregor/Tarik Johnston/Idan Kalai/Richard McClashie/AB

French Montana/Post Malone/Cardi B：

Montana

Posty

Hahaha

Okurr

La-la-la-la uhh

Ayy uh huh

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

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

Got a lil' mama in my telephone she jumpin' out the barrio

Ayy

H*es all in my section I don't want 'em

Kick them b***hes 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 b***h 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' s**t 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

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

B***hes 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 a*s cheek

Ain't too rich to get it poppin' in the backseat

Next time you want another b***h you better ask me ah

Ike and Tina that a*s you better take a b***h 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

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

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