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 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)
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' 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
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 (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
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
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la (Okurr), ohh
La-la-la (What you want?), la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh
