Saweetie got to "Tap In" to an old classic for her new hit by sampling Too $hort's beat for "Blow The Whistle."
Saweetie got to “Tap In” to an old classic for her new hit by sampling Too $hort‘s beat for “Blow the Whistle.” Pv Power Configuration
Despite her all-female dream team in the music video, she recruited Post Malone, DaBaby and Jack Harlow for the official remix, where the “Whats Poppin” hitmaker teases his own top 10 hit. “I just crossed over to top 40/ I can’t even say ‘What’s poppin’ now ’cause it got corny,” he raps in the last verse.
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Check out the lyrics and music video below.
Don’t ever stop if you want to be on top, bi—
Lil’ waist, fat a–, bi—, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin’ on your neck, n—a, tap in Tap, tap, tap in F— a n—a, get rich, bi—, tap in Tap, tap, tap in M-O-B, icy gang, n—a, tap in (hmm) Tap, tap, tap in (ayy)
Wrist on glitter (ayy), waist on thinner (ayy) I’ma show you how to bag a eight-figure n—a (hoo) Face on my 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 h–s get sicker (blah) F—boy killer, I don’t need fillers (nope) Never been a lame so the real bi—es feel it (yeah) Daddy on the Facetime, you could never take mine End up on the dateline, uh, uh, uh (bi—) Rich with no day job, bi—, hit your wop, wop Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh B-b-billionaire n—as wanna eat me out (hahaha) Bi—, I’m from the west coast, they wanna go down south All these lame a– n—as tryna f— for clout Hmm, I won’t let him hit but he can put it in his mouth
Lil’ waist, fat a–, bi—, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin’ on your neck, n—a, tap in Tap, tap, tap in F— a n—a, get rich, bi—, tap in Tap, tap, tap in M-O-B, icy gang, n—a, tap in (mm-hmm, yeah) Tap, tap, tap in
You got a itty-bitty waist (huh?), pretty in the face (what?) Never let a broke n—a take you on a date (nah) Nah, haters can’t relate, bi—, I’ve never been fake (girl, bye) I got a real n—a puttin’ icing on my cake (mwah) Icy from my lips to my fingers to my toenails Drippin’ in Chanay-nay, this ain’t goin’ on sale All these h–s boosie, baby, I do not do friends well Lotta n—s p—y, but I promised that I won’t tell Hmm, now, what’s my favorite word? (Icy) Bi— gon’ smile, but I know she don’t like me Two hundred for a verse, bi—, I’m way too pricey F— around and bring back hyphy
Lil’ waist, fat a–, bi—, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin’ on your neck, n—a, tap in Tap, tap, tap in F— a n—a, get rich, bi—, tap in Tap, tap, tap in M-O-B, icy gang, n—a, tap in Tap, tap, tap in
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Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Craig D. Love, Diamonte Harper, James Elbert Phillips, Jonathan H. Smith, La Marquis Jefferson, Todd Anthony Shaw
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