This is the chords of Writing On The Wall by French Montana feat Post Malone, Cardi B, Rvssian on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.
[Intro]
Am
Montana
Dm G
Posty (Hahaha)
Am
Okurr
Dm
(La-la-la-la, uuh)
G
Ayy, uh huh
[French Montana]
Am Dm G Am
From the block, now we\’re slappin\’ on the yachts like Somalians (Uh-huh)
Dm G Am
Egyptian cloak on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine, yeah (Yeah)
Dm G Am
Now we comin\’ through the back, we don\’t do it to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey)
Dm G Am
Now that boy run fashion, call it FashionNova again (Huh)
Am Dm G
We started the wave, now everybody lookin\’ insane
Am
Tell me how you won (Woah)
Am Dm G
Shorty buss\’ it down, give us the money, keep the crown
Am
Tell me how you won
Dm
Been around the globe, and the globe
G Am
But we splashed ten O\’s of my net worth, yeah (Huh)
Dm
Neck work, then the leg work (Work)
G Am
We\’re the stars like the network (Work, Montana)
[CHORUS: Post Malone]
Am Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
Hold onto me and I\’ma hold ya
Am Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
I\’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
[VERSE]
Am Dm G Am
Got a lil\’ mama in my telephone, she jumpin\’ all up on me yo (Ayy)
Am Dm G Am
Hoes all in my section, I don\’t want \’em, keep them bitches, I\’m like \”Vamanos\” (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Am Dm G Am
We can work it out, lil\’ mama, all we need is just a little cardio (Ayy)
Dm G Am
Yeah, she the type of woman if we cannot do it, I will catch a body for (Ooh yeah, yeah)
Dm G Am
Call my accountant, bought my bitch new Beamer, she whip -Series, yeah (Ooh yeah, yeah)
Dm G Am
I spend whatever, girl, I do whatever to show you I\’m serious (Ooh yeah, yeah)
Dm G Am
That sound familiar, they just talkin\’ shit because they feel inferior
Dm G
Ooh yeah, that\’s just how we go
[CHORUS: Post Malone]
Am Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
Hold onto me and I\’ma hold ya
Am Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
I\’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
[VERSE]
Am Dm
All the millions make me horny, Montana
G Am
Cardi we the hottest out the South Bronx, yeah
Am Dm
Made me holla\’ for a dollar, got my makeup on your collar
G Am
You\’ll be callin\’ me tomorrow, yeah
Am Dm
And my diamonds like water, you\’ll be callin\’ me tomorrow
G Am
Then I\’m just gettin\’ shorted (Uh huh)
Am Dm
Make you push a little harder, little faster, little deeper
G
\’Fore I promise I be keepin\’ ya
Am
Said it\’s all about the level of booty like a Jell-O Cup
Dm G
Bitches hella\’ jealous, wishin\’ it was them instead of us
Am
I done got hot, dog, relish she ain\’t catchin\’ up
Dm G
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, I got Margiela, ah
Am
Standin\’ ovation, the broad of the nation
Dm G
Me and babe racin\’, the rage were adjacent
Am
Wishin\’ we could take the rumors to the bank (To the bank)
Dm G
Wouldn\’t have no more rumors out the safe (Woo, woo)
Am
But I\’ma ball it like a napkin, tap it like it\’s Jaski
Dm G
Hold the door for me, then pop me on the ass cheek
Am
Ain\’t too rich to get it poppin\’ in the backseat
Dm G
Next time you want another bitch, you better ask me, ah
Am Dm G
I can see now that ass, you better take a picture now, shorty need me to spaz
Am
And now we\’re rollin\’ down the freeway, talkin\’ \’bout a threeway
Dm G Am
Startin\’ workin\’ out, but he gon\’ eat me on his cheat-day off
[CHORUS: Post Malone & Cardi B]
Am Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
Hold onto me and I\’ma hold ya
Am Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
I\’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Am Dm
La-la-la, la-la-la
G
La-la-la (Okurr) ohh
Am Dm G
La-la-la (What you want?), la-la-la
Am Dm G
La-la-la, ohh