[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