Lời bài hát Writing on the Wall
From the block
Now we're snipin' on the opps
Like Somalians
Egyptian cloth on my body
Diamonds like SixNine 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
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
Neck work then the leg work
We're the stars like the network
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
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 Bimmer
She whip seven 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 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
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
Lalalalalalala
Lalala ohh
