ฟังเพลงWriting on the Wall (Explicit)

Song: Writing on the Wall

Artist: French Montana/Post Malone/Cardi B/Rvssian

Montana

Posty (Hahaha)

Okurr

(La-la-la-la, uhh)

Ayy, uh huh

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)

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)

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 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' 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 (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, 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 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

La-la-la, ohh