DON’T MOVE lyrics

[Verse 1: Kalan.FrFr]
Yeah, rob a n*gga 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 f*ckin' 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' pus*y, it's amazin’
Took her out the trap, now she at Tootsies in the basement
Why a n*gga think we ain’t gon' stomp him to the pavemеnt?
How a n*gga 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 b*tch 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 sh*t '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 b*tch wet when I waved it was gnarly, bae
Yeah, I put that sh*t on and your n*gga dress so sorry, bae (Sorry, bae)

[Chorus: Kalan.FrFr]
Yeah, I got this Cuban on me
That pus*y 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 n*ggas be broke, that's trash (Yeah)
A lot of these n*ggas got hoes but they average
I was just smokin' in the Rolls with a bad b*tch
[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yeah, how the f*ck these n*ggas hit the club with no money on 'em?
How is this your b*tch? She on my di*k, this is not your woman
They like, "Tay, since you got rich, you actin' funny"
Treat my workers like Rihanna, "b*tch, you better have my money" (Hmm)
Huh, divin' in that pus*y 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 sh*t for my b*tch, she buy sh*t for me (That's crazy)
Huh, broke b*tch, please, rich b*tch me, huh
Lil' n*gga 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 f*ck?)
I got a pretty loyal b*tch, I still wanna cheat
These n*ggas 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 di*k, 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 n*gga laughin' to the bank, that sh*t 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 pus*y 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 n*ggas be broke, that's trash (Yeah)
A lot of these n*ggas got hoes but they average
I was just smokin' in the Rolls with a bad b*tch
[Outro: Kalan.FrFr]
Don't move
'Cause you can get stuck in your tracks
All my n*ggas came in strapped
Bad b*tch twerkin' on my lap (Don't move)
Bad b*tches twerkin' in the trap
Bad b*tches f*ckin' for a Patek
Broke n*ggas tryna make you happy
Broke n*gga tryna make you happy (Don't move)
I got what you need, don't panic
If a n*gga move, get the wraps
If a n*gga move, it's a wrap
Don't move, ah-ah-ah
Don't move, ah-ah-ah, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh