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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
Too $hort
Too $hort
Sampled Artist
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Love
Craig Love
Songwriter
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Songwriter
James Phillips
James Phillips
Songwriter
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Producer
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

Lyrics

[Intro]
Don't never stop if you wanna be on top, bitch
[Chorus]
Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, ****, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a ****, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, ****, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
[Verse 1]
Wrist on glitter, waist on thinner
I'ma show you how to bag a eight-figure ****
Face on Zaddy, pockets on Jigga
You better get the card and make it swipe like Tinder
[Verse 2]
Private villa and the fur chinchilla
When he post me, all the hoes get sicker
Fuckboy killer, I don't need fillers (Nope)
Never been a lame, so the real bitches feel it
[Verse 3]
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 courtside, uh-huh, huh
[Verse 4]
B-b-billionaire **** wanna eat me out
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down south
All these lame ass **** tryna fuck for clout
Hmm, I won't let him hit, but he can put it in his mouth
[Chorus]
Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, ****, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a ****, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, ****, tap in
(Yeah) Tap, tap, tap in
[Verse 5]
You got a itty-bitty waist, pretty in the face
Never let a broke **** take you on a date (Nah)
Haters can't relate, bitch, I've never been fake (Girl, bye)
I got a real **** puttin' icing on my cake
[Verse 6]
Icy from my lips, to my fingers, to my toenails
Drippin' in Shanaenae, this ain't goin' on sale
All these hoes boosie baby, I do not do friends well
Lotta ****' pussy, but I promised that I won't tell
[Verse 7]
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]
Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck, ****, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a ****, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, ****, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Written by: Craig Love, Diamonté Harper, Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis, James Phillips, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, LaMarquis Jefferson, Lukasz Gottwald, Theron Thomas, Todd Shaw
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