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Saweetie - Tap In (feat. Post Malone, DaBaby & Jack Harlow) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Vocals
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Love
Craig Love
Songwriter
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Songwriter
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
James Phillips
James Phillips
Songwriter
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seth Ringo
Seth Ringo
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Sheppard
Tyler Sheppard
Assistant Engineer
Kalani Thompson
Kalani Thompson
Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Producer

Lyrics

Don't ever stop if you wanna be on top, bitch (remix) Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in (oh, I'ma tap in for sure) Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nigga, tap in (I'ma tap in, I'ma 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 (yeah) Tap, tap, tap in Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap She want a nigga that rap (yeah) She want him to give up the sack I like them ghetto ass bougie bitches The ones that wear the sundress 'Cause she got a big ol' booty (let's go) Hold on, I ain't done yet I like to fuck her 'til she tap out (go) Gon' tell yo ass to tap in (go) Lil' baddie bitch from Cali Throw up Westside like Mack 10 (west) Yeah, I know they call you "Baby" (go) Yeah, I know you think you lit (go) But you wanna fuck? You gotta pay me (uh-uh) Told her "Uh-uh, must be crazy" (no go) I don't want none if she basic (no) This rich nigga dick A hoe get lucky if she taste it (uh, for real, let's go) Pretty skin, pretty feet, and she kinda thick (go) Like to talk her shit while she bouncin' on the dick Do it on the dick girl, she look me in my eyes When she do it, she a big girl (ooh) I might have to tap in I love that she a freak The type to pull it out and eat it in the driveway while I back in With that... Lil' 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 Flex so hard, man, I should be rockin' Tapout (ooh) But I'm Tom Ford-down, I'ma standout (wow) Grab a mag, tap it in, I'm finna clap out .300 blackout, blow your fuckin' back out Ain't never seen XP in they life One-five gone, spend it all on the ride (all on the ride) Only fit two, but they all got inside (all got inside) Damn, I bit the curb, I got smoke in my eye (smoke in my eye) Hit that gas, don't tease (mm) Get my money fast but don't keep it (mm) Hundred thousand thrown, shit's easy (mm) Diamonds on me dance, Chris Breezy (mm) Lil' 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 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 Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancing 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 (yeah) Tap, tap, tap in I just crossed over to Top 40 I can't even say "What's poppin'?" now, 'cause it got corny Jeweler just hit me said he got some new rocks for me When they asked me to do this verse, know I got horny I know I can count on my shorty She'll go the extra mile, over the top for me I ain't at the club, I'm in the house but I'm not Cory It's a Victorian, they built it with five stories (there's five of them bitches, mm) Ayy, shoutout to Saweetie (Saweetie) These boys working with the LMPD Back in seventh grade, I was sellin' CD's I can tell they want from me to help them be me, okay (I can't, I can't) Okay, tap, tap, tap in (tap, tap, tap in) Buckle up, get strapped in (strapped in, strapped in) She said my voice is attractive (attractive) Baby, that's a Kentucky accent Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancing 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
Writer(s): James Elbert Phillips, Craig D. Love, Jonathan H. Smith, La Marquis Jefferson, Lukasz Gottwald, Theron Makiel Thomas, Todd Anthony Shaw, Gamal Kosh Lewis, Diamonte Harper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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