Origineel
[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 cloth on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair (Hair)
Now we comin’ through the back, we don’t go to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey)
Now that boy run fashion, Cardi in that Fashion Nova gear (Ha)
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, dawg, 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, we’re 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
Vertaling
[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 cloth on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair (Hair)
Now we comin’ through the back, we don’t go to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey)
Now that boy run fashion, Cardi in that Fashion Nova gear. (Ha)
We started the wave, now everybody lookin’ the same
Zeg me hoe je het wilt. (Woah)
Shorty buss it down, give us the money, keep the crown
Tell me how you want it
Ik ben rond de wereld geweest in de Global Express
Tien O’s in mijn nettowaarde, ja (Huh)
Nek werk, dan het been werk (Work)
We’re the stars like the network (Werk, Montana)
[Chorus: Post Malone]
You see the writing on the wall
Hou me vast en ik hou je vast
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 kunnen het uitwerken, kleine mama, alles wat we nodig hebben is een beetje cardio.
Yeah, she the type of woman if we cannot do it, I will catch a body for (Ooh yeah, yeah)
Bel mijn accountant, kocht mijn teef nieuwe Beamer, ze zweep 7-serie, ja (Ooh ja, ja)
Ik geef alles uit, meisje, ik doe alles om je te laten zien dat ik serieus ben. Ooh yeah, yeah.
Dat klinkt bekend, ze praten gewoon onzin omdat ze zich inferieur voelen
Ooh yeah, that’s just how we go
[Chorus: Post Malone]
You see the writing on the wall
Hou me vast en ik hou je vast
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, wij zijn de heetste uit de South Bronx, yeah
Made me holla’ for a dollar, got my makeup on your collar
You’ll be callin’ me tomorrow, yeah
En mijn diamanten als water, je zult me morgen bellen
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 jaloers, wishin’ it was them instead of us
I done got hot, dawg, realize she ain’t catchin’ up
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, Ik heb Margiela, ah
Standin’ ovation, the broad of the nation
Me and babe racin’ Wraiths, we’re adjacent
Wish that we could take the rumors to the bank (Naar de bank)
We hebben geen ruimte meer in de kluis.
But I’ma ball it like a servkin, tap it like it’s Jazz-feet
Hou de deur voor me open, en geef me een klap op m’n kont
Ik ben niet te rijk om het te laten knallen op de achterbank
De volgende keer dat je een andere teef wilt, kun je het beter aan mij vragen, ah
Ike and Tina that ass, you better take a bitch you know
Toon mijn naam en deze pas
And now we’re rollin’ down the freeway, talkin’ about a threeeway
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 (Wat wil je?), la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh