[LYRICS] Tap In Remix Lyrics By Saweetie

Saweetie, Post Malone, DaBaby And Jack Harlow Lyrics

Read the most accurate lyrics to ‘Tap In’ Remix by Saweetie. In August 2020, a few weeks after the viral hit of Saweetie’s ‘Tap In’ song, the American singer teamed up with Post Malone, DaBaby and Jack Harlow to deliver a sequel to the song, Tap In Remix, read the correct and complete lyrics to ‘Tap In’ Remix and sing along.

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Saweetie, Post Malone, DaBaby & Jack Harlow – Tap In Remix Lyrics

Intro
Don’t ever stop if you wanna be on top, bitch (Remix)

Chorus: Saweetie & DaBaby
Lil’ waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in (Oh, I’ma tap in for sure)
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancing on your neck, nigga, tap in (Oh, I’ma tap in, I’ma tap in)
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in (I’ll let you hold a couple dollars, I ain’t tripping)
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in (Go, Yeah)
Tap, tap, tap in

Verse 1: DaBaby
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, nigga
She want a nigga that rap (Yeah)
She want him to give up the sack
I like them ghetto-ass bougie bitches (Let’s go)
The ones that wear the sundress
‘Cause she got a big ol’ booty in it (Let’s go)
Hold on, I ain’t done yet (Yeah)
I like to fuck her till she tap out (Go)
Gon’ tell your 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
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 ho get lucky if she taste it (Ha, for real, let’s go)
Pretty skin, pretty feet, and she kinda thick (Go)
Like to talk her shit while she bouncing 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…

Chorus: Saweetie
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

Verse 2: Post Malone
Flex so hard, man, I should be rocking Tapout (Ooh)
But I’m Tom Ford-down, I’m a standout (Wow)
Grab a mag, tap it in, I’m finna clap out
.300 blackout, blow your fucking 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 me (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)

Verse 3: Saweetie
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, ugh-ugh-ugh (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
Bitch, I’m from the West Coast, they wanna go down South
All these lame-ass niggas tryna fuck for clout (Hmm)
I won’t let him hit but he can put it in his mouth

Chorus: Saweetie & Jack Harlow
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 (Yeah, feel like…)

Verse 4: Jack Harlow
I just crossed over to Top 40
I can’t even say “What’s popping?” 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 (Ooh, ooh)
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, shout-out to Saweetie (Saweetie)
These boys working with the LMPD (Mm)
Back in seventh grade, I was selling CD’s
I can tell they want for me to help them be me, okay (I can’t, I can’t)
Okay, tap, tap, tap in (Tap, tap, tap in)
Woo, buckle up, get strapped in (Strapped in, strapped in)
She said my voice is attractive (Attractive)
Baby, that’s a Kentucky accent