writing on the wall

French Montana

Montana
Posty (Hahaha)
Okurr
(La-la-la-la, uuh)
Ayy, uh huh

From the block, now we're snipin' on the opps'
Like Somalians (Uh-huh)
Egyptian cloak on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair (Hair)
Now we comin' through the back
We don't do it to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey)
Now that boy run fashion
Cardi in that FashionNova gear (Huh)
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' all up on me yo (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 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

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, dog, 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, were 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?) , la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh