Tap In歌词
作词 : Craig Love/Diamonté Harper/Gamal Lunchmoney Lewis/James Phillips/Jonathan Smith/LaMarquis Jefferson/Lukasz Gottwald/Theron Thomas/Todd Shaw
作曲 : Craig Love/Diamonté Harper/Gamal Lunchmoney Lewis/James Phillips/Jonathan Smith/LaMarquis Jefferson/Lukasz Gottwald/Theron Thomas/Todd Shaw
Don't ever stop if you want to be on top, bıtch
Li'l waist, fat ass, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fucc a nıgga, get you rich, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nıgga, tap in (Hm)
Tap, tap, tap in (Ayy)
Wrist on glitter (Ayy), waist on thinner (Ayy)
I'ma show you how to bag a eight-figure nıgga (Hoo)
Face on zaddy (Sheesh), pockets on Jigga (Hoo)
You better get the card and make it swipe like Tinder (Phew)
Private villa and the fur chinchilla (Ha)
When he post me, all the hoes get sicker (Blah)
Fuccboy killer, I don't need fillers (Nope)
Never been a lame so the real bıtches feel it (Yeah)
Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine
End up on the Dateline, uh, uh, uh (Bıtch)
Rich with no day job, bıtch, hit your wop, wop
Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh
B-B-Billionaire nıggas wanna eat me out (Hahaha)
Bıtch, I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down South
All these lame ass nıggas tryna fucc for clout
Hm, I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth
Li'l waist, fat ass, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fucc a nıgga, get rich, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nıgga, tap in (Mhm, yeah)
Tap, tap, tap in
You got a itty-bitty waist (Huh?), pretty in the face (What?)
Never let a broke nıgga take you on a date (Nah)
Nah, haters can't relate, bıtch, I've never been fake (Girl, bye)
I got a real nıgga puttin' icing on my cake (Mwah)
Icy from my lips to my fingers to my toenails
Drippin' in Shanaenae, this ain't goin' on sale
All these hoes busy, baby, I do not do friends well
Lotta nıggas pussʎ, but I promised that I won't tell
Hmm, now, what's my favorite word? (Icy)
Bıtch gon' smile, but I know she don't like me
Two hundred for a verse, bıtch, I'm way too pricey
Fucc around and bring back hyphy
Li'l waist, fat ass, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fucc a nıgga, get rich, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
作曲 : Craig Love/Diamonté Harper/Gamal Lunchmoney Lewis/James Phillips/Jonathan Smith/LaMarquis Jefferson/Lukasz Gottwald/Theron Thomas/Todd Shaw
Don't ever stop if you want to be on top, bıtch
Li'l waist, fat ass, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fucc a nıgga, get you rich, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nıgga, tap in (Hm)
Tap, tap, tap in (Ayy)
Wrist on glitter (Ayy), waist on thinner (Ayy)
I'ma show you how to bag a eight-figure nıgga (Hoo)
Face on zaddy (Sheesh), pockets on Jigga (Hoo)
You better get the card and make it swipe like Tinder (Phew)
Private villa and the fur chinchilla (Ha)
When he post me, all the hoes get sicker (Blah)
Fuccboy killer, I don't need fillers (Nope)
Never been a lame so the real bıtches feel it (Yeah)
Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine
End up on the Dateline, uh, uh, uh (Bıtch)
Rich with no day job, bıtch, hit your wop, wop
Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh
B-B-Billionaire nıggas wanna eat me out (Hahaha)
Bıtch, I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down South
All these lame ass nıggas tryna fucc for clout
Hm, I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth
Li'l waist, fat ass, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fucc a nıgga, get rich, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nıgga, tap in (Mhm, yeah)
Tap, tap, tap in
You got a itty-bitty waist (Huh?), pretty in the face (What?)
Never let a broke nıgga take you on a date (Nah)
Nah, haters can't relate, bıtch, I've never been fake (Girl, bye)
I got a real nıgga puttin' icing on my cake (Mwah)
Icy from my lips to my fingers to my toenails
Drippin' in Shanaenae, this ain't goin' on sale
All these hoes busy, baby, I do not do friends well
Lotta nıggas pussʎ, but I promised that I won't tell
Hmm, now, what's my favorite word? (Icy)
Bıtch gon' smile, but I know she don't like me
Two hundred for a verse, bıtch, I'm way too pricey
Fucc around and bring back hyphy
Li'l waist, fat ass, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fucc a nıgga, get rich, bıtch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nıgga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
