Kalan.FrFr, Tay B - DON'T MOVE lyrics

Yeah rob a nigga at the show (Diego)
Don't nobody move
It's too much money on the floor, yeah
I got it in Cruze
She tryna suck me in a ghost, yeah
Seen you on yo finsta
I better not I be in yo posts, yeah
Seen you drinking liquor
I drink lean, we could toast though
Aye playing favorites I got ice
Cream it ain't Cold Stone, yeah
All these fucking diamonds on my
Neck, I got cold stones, yeah
She been calling I've been acting like
I ain't got no phone

Aye Maybach truck popping pussy it's amazing
Took her out the trap
Now she at Tootsies in the basement
Don't know why a nigga think we ain't
Gon stomp him to the pavement


How a nigga know my name for
Real and think I'm playing

Yeah 22 M's they tryna hold me back
Yeah, I'm in a 22 Benz but it's by Maybach
And she only got 22 friends
Man this bitch so active
Aye soon as I get in them
DM's she gon send that addy

Yeah, yeah
Aye 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 cuz 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
Yo nigga dress so sorry bae (sorry bae)

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 smoking in the
Rolls with a bad bitch

Yeah how the fuck these niggas hit the
Club with no money on them
How is this your bitch she on my dick
This is not your woman
They like Tay since you got
Rich you acting funny
Treat my workers like Rihanna bitch
You better have my money!
Huh diving in that pussy feel like quicksand
(on god)
Huh leaning all the time I need a kickstand
(on god)
I don't dance on Tik Tok 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 (bah)
Sold a couple zips now he think he Big Meech

Five Diamonds links on my neck
Still don't wanna link
I got a pretty loyal bitch
I still wanna cheat
These niggas raised a white flag
I still wanna beef
I be riding round me and cuz
But we like 60 deep
I know you sucking mad dick
You can't be kissing me
I'll kill a rapper and his fans
You can't be dissing me
Young nigga laughing to the bank
That shit tickle me
I don't know what happened to
His body it's a mystery

Yeah, I got this Cuban on me
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, yeah
Yeah, a lot of these niggas
Be broke that's trash, yeah
Yeah, a lot of these niggas
Got hoes but they average
I was just smoking in the
Rolls with a bad bitch

Don't move
Cuz you can get stuck in your tracks
All my niggas came in strapped
Bad bitch twerking on my lap (don't move)
Bad bitches twerking in the trap
Bad bitches fucking for a patek
Broke nigga 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 don't move