作词 : Karim Kharbouch/Austin Post/Cardi B/Louis Bell/Tarik Johnston/Idan Kalai/Stephen McGregor/Richard McClashie/AB

作曲 : Karim Kharbouch/Austin Post/Cardi B/Louis Bell/Tarik Johnston/Idan Kalai/Stephen McGregor/Richard McClashie/AB

Montana

Posty (Hahaha)

Okurr

(La-la-la-la, uuh)

Ayy, uh huh

From the block,

Now we're slappin' on the yachts like Somalians (Uh-huh)

Egyptian cloak on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine, yeah (Yeah)

Now we comin' through the back,

We don't do it to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey)

Now that boy run fashion, call it FashionNova again (Huh)

We started the wave, now everybody lookin' insane

Tell me how you won (Woah)

Shorty buss' it down, give us the money, keep the crown

Tell me how you won

Been around the globe, and the globe

But we splashed ten O's of 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, keep them bitches,

I'm 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 me 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 I'm just gettin' shorted (Uh huh)

Make you push a little harder, little faster, little deeper

'Fore I promise I be keepin' ya

Said it's all about the level of booty like a Jell-O Cup

Bitches hella' jealous, wishin' it was them instead of us

I done got hot, dog, relish she ain't catchin' up

Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, I got Margiela, ah

Standin' ovation, the broad of the nation

Me and babe racin', the rage were adjacent

Wishin' we could take the rumors to the bank (To the bank)

Wouldn't have no more rumors out the safe (Woo, woo)

But I'ma ball it like a napkin, tap it like it's Jaski

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

I can see now that ass,

You better take a picture now, shorty need me to spaz

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 (uh huh)

La-la-la, ohh