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دانلود آهنگ جدید Post Malone و French Montana و کاردی بی به نام Writing On The Wall با کیفیت عالی 320 به همراه متن و پخش آنلاین

 

 

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[Intro: French Montana, Post Malone & Cardi B]

Montana

Posty (Hahaha)

Okurr

(La-la-la-la, uuh)

Ayy, uh huh

 

[Verse 1: French Montana]

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

'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 a-- 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 a--, 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