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

Ayy, ayy
Uh

Got a lil' mama in my telephone, she jumpin’ out the barrio (Ayy)
Hoes all in my section, I don't want them
Kick them bitches out like vamanos (Ayy-ayy-ayy)
We can work it out lil' mama, all we need is jus’ a lil' cardio (Ayy)
Yeah, and she the type of woman if she cannot do it
I would catch a body for (Ooh, yeah-eah)
Call my accountant, bought my bitch new Beamer
She whip seven-series, yeah (Ooh, yeah-eah)
I spend whatever, girl
I do whatever to show you I'm serious (Ooh, yeah-eah)
That sound familiar, they just talkin' shit because they feel inferior
Ooh, yeah, that's just how it goes

You see the writing on the wall
Hold onto me and I'ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
I'll bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Million dollar pussy, tell lil' mama get up on me
Then lil’ mama gimme toppy, yeah
Hunnid bands countin’ in this mo'fuckin’ money
Jumpin' anythin', I cop it, yeah
I just wanna stunt it every time they see me
Diamonds shinin' like they [?]
And I’m that mo'fucker just like Gucci
Yellow diamonds on me lookin' some' like lemonade (Yeah)

Mi no say you want me, mi no say you wan' me
And now you want mine, yeah (Yeah)
Tell me how you need it, tell me your feelings
What's on your mind, yeah
Let me strike ya like a lighter
Bend down, girl, let me take you higher
Me can get any gal me desire
Bring wood, bring wood to the fire
Baby girl, when you wind on me (On me)
Take your time when you grind on me (On me)
Bump and wind when you climb on me (On me)
[?] Shine when you all on me
Want it from the day I meet you
If I had ya, never leave you
Be my student, I will teach you
Come on, come on, baby, let's right now

You see the writing on the wall
Hold onto me and I'ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
I'll bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Million dollar pussy, tell lil' mama get up on me
Then lil' mama gimme toppy, yeah
Hunnid bands countin' in this mo'fuckin' money
Jumpin' anythin', I cop it, yeah
I just wanna stunt it every time they see me
Diamonds shinin' like they [?]
And I'm that mo'fucker just like Gucci
Yellow diamonds on me lookin' some' like lemonade

Yeah, got 'bout three-four down
Keep one for myself
She pop pill get down
The red get passed around
Never get run around
Girl, don't play right now
Light the tree right now
Shit's gon' be alright, ooh, yeah

You see the writing on the wall
Hold onto me and I'ma hold you
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, la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh