Saweetie – Tap In (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

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Saweetie Tap In

Saweetie has been steadily gearing up to release her upcoming album Pretty Bitch Music, and today marks the arrival of the lead single “Tap In.” Too $hort fans will instantly recognize the instrumental as “Blow The Whistle,” as Saweetie made sure to get the rapper’s blessing before firing this one into the world. Taking to the infectious bass-driven groove, Saweetie breaks it down with a slick flow, revealing plenty of character as she slides into new and increasingly playful rhyme schemes.

“Billionaire n**as wanna eat me out,” she boasts, officially entering x-rated territory. “Bitch I’m from the West Coast, they wanna go down South / All these lame-ass n***s tryna fuck for clout.” When all is said and done, it always comes back to the clout. Unwanted advances aside, Saweetie appears to be loving life, her confidence and infectious energy seemingly boundless throughout her new single. And from the sound of it, Pretty Bitch Music will bring more of that to the table.

“I’m still developing myself as an artist,” she explained to Zane Lowe, speaking on Beats 1 following the release of “Tap In.” “So, it took me a year to kind of just tap in with myself. No pun intended.”

Saweetie – Tap In (prod. Dr. Luke)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort]
Don’t ever stop if you want to be on top, bitch

[Chorus]
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 (Hm)
Tap, tap, tap in (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 busy, baby, I do not do friends well
Lotta 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

[Chorus]
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