Tap In Songtext

Wrist on glitter (Ayy), waist on thinner (Ayy)
I'ma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga (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)
Fuckboy killer, I don't need fillers (Nope)
Never been a lame so the real bitches feel it (Yeah)
Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine
End up on the Dateline, uh, uh, uh (Bitch)
Rich with no day job, bitch, hit your wop, wop
Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh
B-B-Billionaire niggas wanna eat me out (Hahaha)
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down South
All these lame ass niggas tryna fuck for clout
Hm, I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth

Li'l waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in (Mhm, yeah)
Tap, tap, tap in

You got a itty-bitty waist (Huh?), pretty in the face (What?)
Never let a broke nigga take you on a dat (Nah)
Nah, haters can't relate, bitch, I've never been fake (Girl, bye)
I got a real nigga 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 boogie, baby, I do not do friends well
Lotts niggas pussy, but I promised that I won't tell
Hmm, now, what's my favorite word? (Icy)
Bitch gon' smile, but I know she don't like me
Two hundred for a verse, bitch, I'm way too pricey
Fuck around and bring back hyphy

Li'l waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in