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)
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)
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: Post Malone]
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
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 3: 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
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
[Chorus: 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
[Outro: Post Malone & Cardi B]
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la (Okurr) ohh
La-la-la (What you want?), la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh
Montana. Posteg (Hahaha). Okurr. (La-la-la-la, uuh). Ah jo, äh
Aus dem Block, elo snipine mir op d'Opps wéi Somalier (Uh-huh)
Egyptesch Mantel op mengem Kierper, Diamanten wéi 6ix9ine Hoer (Hoer)
Elo komme mir duerch de Réck, mir maachen et net an de Concierge (Jo, hey-hey)
Elo, dee Jong huet Moud, Cardi an deem FashionNova Gang (Huh)
Mir hunn d'Welle gestart, elo all ausgesäit déi selwecht
Ziel mir wéi Dir et wëllt (Woah)
Shorty Buss 'en erof, gitt eis d'Suen, haalt d'Kroun
Mir soen wéi Dir et gär hunn
Ech war ronderëm de Globus am Global Express
Zéng O's a mengem Nettowäert, jo (Huh)
Hals Aarbecht, dann d'Been Aarbecht (Aarbecht)
Mir sinn d'Stären wéi de Reseau (Aarbecht, Montana)
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Dir gesitt d'Schrëft op der Mauer
Halt u mech an ech halt dech
Dir gesitt d'Schrëft op der Mauer
Ech bréngen et zréck, bréng et zréck, jo
[Vers 2: Post Malone]
Huet eng lama Mamm a mengem Telefon, hatt spréngt all op mech op yo (Ayy)
Hoes all a menger Sektioun, ech wëll se net, réckele se Bitches aus wéi "Vamanos" (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Mir kënnen et ausschaffen, lil 'Mamm, alles wat mir brauchen ass just e bësse Kardio (Ayy)
Jo, hatt ass d'Aart vu Fra wa mir et net kënnen, ech fänken e Kierper fir (Ooh jo, jo)
Rufft mäi Comptabel, huet meng Bitch nei Beamer kaaft, hatt päift 7-Serie, jo (Oh oh jo, jo)
Ech verbréngen alles, Meedchen, ech maachen alles fir Iech ze weisen, datt ech serieux sinn (Ooh jo, jo)
Dat kléngt vertraut, si schwätze just Schäiss well se sech schlëmm fillen
Ooh jo, et ass just wéi mir goen
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Dir gesitt d'Schrëft op der Mauer
Halt u mech an ech halt dech
Dir gesitt d'Schrëft op der Mauer
Ech bréngen et zréck, bréng et zréck, jo
[Vers 3: Cardi B & Franséisch Montana]
All d'Milliounen maachen se geil, Montana
Cardi, mir as den héchsten aus der Süd Bronx, jo
Hunn mech holla 'fir en Dollar, krut meng Makeup op Ärem Halsband
Dir rufft mech muer un, jo
A meng Diamanten wéi Waasser, Dir wäert mech muer ruffen
Dann hu se sech méi kuerz verkierzt (Uh hmm)
Maacht Iech e bësse méi haart, e bësse méi séier, e bësse méi déif (Skrr skrr)
'Fir ëmmer verspriechen ech wäert halen
Said et ass alles iwwer den Niveau up, booty wéi e Jell-O Cup
Bitches hella jalous, wënschen et war se anstatt eis
Ech hunn et waarm ginn, Hond, erkannt datt hatt et net matkritt
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, ech hu Margiela, ah
Standin 'ovation, déi breet vun der Natioun
Ech a Babe racin 'Wraiths, waren niewendrun
Wënschen datt mir d'Rumeuren an d'Bank huelen (Zu der Bank)
Mir hu kee Raum méi am Safe (Woo, woo)
Awer ech Ball et wéi e Servietten, tippt et sou wéi et d'Jazz-Féiss ass
Halt d'Dier fir mech, da spréngt mech op den Aascht
Ass net ze räich fir et an der Récksäit ze poppin
Déi nächste Kéier wann Dir eng aner Teef wëllt, da freet mech besser
Ike an Tina dat ass, Dir huelt besser eng Heck déi Dir wësst
Weist mäin Numm an dëse Pass
An elo rollen mer duerch de Schnëtt, a schwätzen duerch en Dréibunn
Fänkt un ze schaffen, awer hien giess mech op säi fuddelen Dag
[Chorus: Post Malone & Cardi B]
Dir gesitt d'Schrëft op der Mauer
Halt u mech an ech halt dech
Dir gesitt d'Schrëft op der Mauer
Ech bréngen et zréck, bréng et zréck, jo
[Outro: Post Malone & Cardi B]
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la (Okurr) ohh
La-la-la (Wat Dir wëllt?), La-la-la
La-la-la, oh