Am Dm G
Am Dm A
Am Dm
[French Montana:]
G Am
From the block, now we’re slappin’ on the yachts like Somalians (Uh-huh)
D C Am
Egyptian cloak on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine, yeah (Yeah)
G Am
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)
C G
We started the wave, now everybody lookin’ insane
Am
Tell me how you won (Woah)
Shorty buss’ it down, give us the money, keep the crown
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 Am
Neck work, then the leg work (Work)
G Am Dm Am
We’re the stars like the network (Work, Montana)
[Post Malone:]
Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
Hold onto me and I’ma hold ya
G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Dm G Am
Got a lil’ mama in my telephone, she jumpin’ all up on me yo (Ayy)
Dm G
Hoes all in my section, I don’t want ’em, keep them bitches,
Lam
I’m like “Vamanos” (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Dm G Am
We can work it out, lil’ mama, all we need is just a little cardio (Ayy)
Dm
Yeah, she the type of woman if we cannot do it,
Am
I will catch a body for (Ooh yeah, yeah)
D
Call my accountant, bought my bitch new Beamer,
Am
she whip 7-Series, yeah (Ooh yeah, yeah)
Dm G
I spend whatever, girl, I do whatever to show you
Am
I’m serious (Ooh yeah, yeah)
Dm
That sound familiar, they just talkin’
Am
shit because they feel inferior
Dm Am
Ooh yeah, that’s just how we go
Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
Hold onto me and I’ma hold ya
D G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
[French Montana:]
Dm
All the millions make me horny, Montana
G Am
Cardi we the hottest out the South Bronx, yeah
[Cardi B:]
Dm
Made me holla’ for a dollar, got my makeup on your collar
G Am
You’ll be callin’ me tomorrow, yeah
[French Montana:]
Dm
And my diamonds like water, you’ll be callin’ me tomorrow
G Am
Then I’m just gettin’ shorted (Uh huh)
[Cardi B:]
Dm
Make you push a little harder, little faster, little deeper
Am
‘Fore I promise I be keepin’ ya
Dm 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 Am
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, I got Margiela, ah
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 Am
Wouldn’t have no more rumors out the safe (Woo, woo)
Dm
But I’ma ball it like a napkin, tap it like it’s Jaski
G Am
Hold the door for me, then pop me on the ass cheek
Dm
Ain’t too rich to get it poppin’ in the backseat
G Am
Next time you want another bitch, you better ask me, ah
Dm
I can see now that ass, you better take a picture now,
D
shorty need me to spaz
Am Dm
And now we’re rollin’ down the freeway, talkin’ ’bout a threeway
Am
Startin’ workin’ out, but he gon’ eat me on his cheat-day off
[Post Malone & Cardi B:]
Dm G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
Hold onto me and I’ma hold ya
D G Am
You see the writing on the wall
Dm G Am
I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Dm G Am Dm G Am
La-la-la, la-la-la
Dm G Am
La-la-la (Okurr) ohh
Dm G
La-la-la (What you want?), la-la-la
Am Dm C
La-la-la, ohh
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