DON’T MOVE

[Verse 1: Kalan.FrFr]
Yeah, rob a nigga at the show (D-Diego)
Don't nobody move, it’s too much money on the floor (Yeah)
I got it in cruise, she tryna suck me in the Ghost (Yeah)
Seen you on your finsta, I better not be in your posts (Yeah)
Seen you drinkin' liquor, I drink lean, we could toast though
Ayy, playin' favorites, I got ice cream, it ain’t Cold Stone (Yeah)
All these fuckin' diamonds on my neck, I got cold stones (Yeah)
She been callin', I've been actin' like I ain't got no phone
Ayy, Maybach truck poppin' pussy, it's amazin’
Took her out the trap, now she at Tootsies in the basement
Why a nigga think we ain’t gon' stomp him to the pavemеnt?
How a nigga know my name for real and think I’m playin'?
Yeah, twеnty-two M's, they tryna hold me back
Yeah, I'm in a ’22 Benz but it's by Maybach
And she only got twenty-two friends, man, this bitch so active
Ayy, soon as I get in them DM's, she gon' send that addy (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, hundred thousand dollars on to get up each and every day
Pray to God before I pick up my stick up each and every day
She said I ain't shit 'cause I don't never use my car play
Yeah, all my bracelets Cartier
If you got a friend that wanna party, she can party, bae
I got that bitch wet when I waved it was gnarly, bae
Yeah, I put that shit on and your nigga dress so sorry, bae (Sorry, bae)

[Chorus: Kalan.FrFr]
Yeah, I got this Cuban on me
That pussy fire, she tryna use it on me (Yeah)
I went to my jeweler this week
They said I'm so cool, it's a cooler on me
Yeah, if it's beef then call your best shooter on me
Yeah, a lot of these niggas be broke, that's trash (Yeah)
A lot of these niggas got hoes but they average
I was just smokin' in the Rolls with a bad bitch

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yeah, how the fuck these niggas hit the club with no money on 'em?
How is this your bitch? She on my dick, this is not your woman
They like, "Tay, since you got rich, you actin' funny"
Treat my workers like Rihanna, "Bitch, you better have my money" (Hmm)
Huh, divin' in that pussy feel like quicksand (On God)
Huh, leanin' all the time, I need a kickstand (On God)
I don't dance on TikTok but my wrist dance (On God)
Wanna beef with the gang, you need a hitman (On God)
I buy shit for my bitch, she buy shit for me (That's crazy)
Huh, broke bitch, please, rich bitch me, huh
Lil' nigga 5'5", he six feet deep (Fah)
Sold a couple zips, now he think he Big Meech
Five diamonds links on my neck, still don't wanna link (What the fuck?)
I got a pretty loyal bitch, I still wanna cheat
These niggas raised a white flag, I still wanna beef (Hmm)
I be riding 'round me and cuz but we like sixty deep
I know you suckin' mad dick, you can't be kissin' me (Uh-huh)
I'll kill a rapper and his fans, you can't be dissin' me (Uh-huh)
Young nigga laughin' to the bank, that shit tickle me (Hmm)
I don't know what happened to his body, it's a mystery (Uh)

[Chorus: Kalan.FrFr]
Yeah, I got this Cuban on me (Yeah)
That pussy fire, she tryna use it on me (Yeah)
I went to my jeweler this week (Yeah)
They said I'm so cool, it's a cooler on me
Yeah, if it's beef then call your best shooter on me (Frrt)
Yeah, a lot of these niggas be broke, that's trash (Yeah)
A lot of these niggas got hoes but they average
I was just smokin' in the Rolls with a bad bitch

[Outro: Kalan.FrFr]
Don't move
'Cause you can get stuck in your tracks
All my niggas came in strapped
Bad bitch twerkin' on my lap (Don't move)
Bad bitches twerkin' in the trap
Bad bitches fuckin' for a Patek
Broke niggas tryna make you happy
Broke nigga tryna make you happy (Don't move)
I got what you need, don't panic
If a nigga move, get the wraps
If a nigga move, it's a wrap
Don't move, ah-ah-ah
Don't move, ah-ah-ah, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh