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
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[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
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[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
