Move Ya Feet

(Callaway, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway)

Used to be Lil Pig
Now these bitches on my dick like wig
Got like 20 figs
Bitches playing wit my balls like Diggs
Say he gon steal my life but he skinny as twig
Everybody else is jealous of my life they say it’s rigged
Make a couple dollars
Bitch I am a baller
Bitch I’m a shot caller (shot caller)
Stand on my money I’m taller
I ain’t never gon call her but she callin me back (Uh uh uh)
No caller ID can’t let the bitch know that (nuh-uh-uh)
Fly a bitch out to Fresno
Diamonds on my chain, you could tell it’s ice cold
Hippie ass bitch probably shopping at Michael’s
Tryna get my dick up in her lips but she so tight though
Say you wanna fight me but bitch you is lightweight, and I’m heavyweight
I ain’t even tryna throw no shade
I be eating great
Money get longer everyday
Made 100k this week and it’s only Monday

(And it’s only Monday)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, Callaway, Callaway, uh, ok)

Move yo feet Indian bitch, Baljeet
I got money in my voice, you could tell how I speak
Shawty wanna ride my dick cause her sloppy game weak
All the money that you made, I just made it in a week
Weak ass muh-fuck (Uh)
Weak ass muhfucka, I’m in your girls sheets
Watch what you say bitch or I’m gon lay you down like concrete
Like Colton, foot fetish, yeah he lookin at them feet
Ain’t nobody doin it like me, bitch I am unique
Peperoni slice muhfucka lookin like Nanny McPhee
Bitch I don’t wanna fuck wit you you can’t compete
Say he wanna feature but his song is weak
Made a dog bop his head to my music, say it’s neat
Kick you out if your fake, I ain’t talkin soccer cleats