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[Intro: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy
Uh
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Got a lil’ mama in my telephone, she jumpin’ out the barrio (Ayy)
Hoes all in my section, I don’t want ’em
Kick them bitches out like vamanos (Ayy-ayy-ayy)
We can work it out lil’ mama, all we need is just a lil’ cardio (Ayy)
Yeah, and she the type of woman if she cannot do it
I would catch a body for (Ooh, yeah-eah)
Call my accountant, bought my bitch new Beamer
She whip seven-series, yeah (Ooh, yeah-eah)
I spend whatever, girl
I do whatever to show you I’m serious (Ooh, yeah-eah)
That sound familiar, they just talkin’ shit because they feel inferior
Ooh, yeah, that’s just how it goes
[Chorus: Post Malone]
You see the writing on the wall
Hold onto me and I’ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Post Malone & Zuse]
Million dollar pussy, tell lil’ mama get up on me
Then lil’ mama gimme toppy, yeah
Hunnid bands countin’ in this mo’fuckin’ money
Jumpin’ anythin’, I cop it, yeah
I just wanna stunt it every time they see me
Diamonds shinin’ something like they are red, yeah
And I’m that mo’fucker just like Gucci
Yellow diamonds on me lookin’ some’ like lemonade (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Zuse]
Mi no say you want me, mi no say you need me
And now you want mine, yeah (Yeah)
Tell me how you need it, tell me your feelings
What’s on your mind, yeah
Let me strike ya like a lighter
Bend down, girl, let me take you higher
Mi can get any gal mi desire
Bring wood, bring wood to the fire
Baby girl, when you wind on me (On me)
Take your time when you grind on me (On me)
Bump and wind when you climb on me (On me)
Don’t act shy when you all on me
Want it from the day I meet you
If I had ya, never leave you
Be my student, I will teach you
Come on, come on, come on, baby, let’s right now
[Chorus: Post Malone]
You see the writing on the wall
Hold onto me and I’ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Post Malone]
Million dollar pussy, tell lil’ mama get up on me
Then lil’ mama gimme toppy, yeah
Hunnid bands countin’ in this mo’fuckin’ money
Jumpin’ anythin’, I cop it, yeah
I just wanna stunt it every time they see me
Diamonds shinin’ something like they are red, yeah
And I’m that mo’fucker just like Gucci
Yellow diamonds on me lookin’ some’ like lemonade
[Bridge: Post Malone]
Yeah, got ’bout three-four down
Keep one for myself
She pop, pill get down
The red get passed around
Never get run around
Girl, don’t play right now
Light the tree right now
Shit’s gon’ be alright, ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Post Malone]
You see the writing on the wall
Hold onto me and I’ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
I’ll bring it back, bring it back, yeah
[Outro: Post Malone]
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh
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