Video Writing On The Wall Feat Post Malone Cardi B Y Rvssian de French Montana 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

French Montana - Writing On The Wall Feat Post Malone Cardi B Y Rvssian Lyrics

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