Writing on the Wall (feat. Post Malone & Cardi B)

Montana
 Posty (Hahaha)
 Okurr
 (La-la-la-la, uhh)
 Ayy, uh huh
 From the block, now we're snipin' on the opps like Somalians
 Egyptian cloth on my body, diamonds like 6nine 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
 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
 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
 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 Beemer, 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, 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
 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 (Okurr), ohh
 La-la-la (What you want from me?), la-la-la
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 La-la-la, ohh