text: Montana
  Posty 
  Okurr
  Ayy, uh huh
  From the block, now were snipin on the opps like Somalians 
  Egyptian cloth on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair 
  Now we comin through the back, we dont 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 Os in my net worth, yeah 
  Neck work, then the leg work 
  Were the stars like the network 
  You see the writing on the wall
  Hold onto me and Ima hold ya
  You see the writing on the wall
  Ill 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 dont 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 7-Series, yeah 
  I spend whatever, girl, I do whatever to show you Im serious 
  That sound familiar, they just talkin shit because they feel inferior
  Ooh yeah, thats just how we go
  You see the writing on the wall
  Hold onto me and Ima hold ya
  You see the writing on the wall
  Ill 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
  Youll be callin me tomorrow, yeah
  And my diamonds like water, youll 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, Its 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 aint catchin up
  Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, Margiela, ah
  Standin ovation, the broad of the nation
  Me and babe racin the Wraiths, were adjacent
  Wish that we could take the rumors to the bank 
  We dont have no more room inside the safe 
  But Ima ball it like a napkin, tap it like its Jazz-feet
  Hold the door for me, then pop me on the ass cheek
  Aint 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 were 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 Ima hold ya
  You see the writing on the wall
  Ill 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