text: Dont ever stop if you wanna be on top, yeah 
  Lil waist, fat-fat, baby, tap in 
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Diamonds dancing on your neck, betta tap in 
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Gettin money, get rich, baby, tap in 
  Tap, tap, tap in
  M-O-B, Icy Gang, betta tap in 
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
  She want a  that rap 
  She want him to give up the sack
  I like them ghetto- bougie  
  The ones that wear the sundress
  Cause she got a big ol booty in it 
  Hold on, I aint done yet 
  I like to  her til she tap out 
  Gon tell your  to tap in 
  Lil baddie  from Cali
  Throw up Westsidе like Mack 10 
  Yeah, I know thеy call you Baby 
  Yeah, I know you think you lit
  But you wanna ? You gotta pay me 
  Told her, Uh-uh, must be crazy 
  I dont want none if she basic 
  This rich-
  Get lucky if she taste it 
  Pretty skin, pretty feet, and she kinda thick 
  Like to talk her  while she bouncing on the...
  Do it on the , girl, she look me in my eyes
  When she do it, she a big girl , 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-fat, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Diamonds dancing on your neck, betta tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Gettin money, get rich, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  M-O-B, Icy Gang, betta tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Flex so hard, man, I should be rocking Tapout 
  But Im Tom Ford-down, Im a standout 
  Grab a mag, tap it in, Im finna clap out
  .300 blackout, blow your  back out
  Aint never seen XP in they life
  One-five gone, spend it all on the ride 
  Only fit two, but they all got inside 
  Damn, I bit the curb, I got smoke in my eye 
  Hit that gas, dont tease me 
  Get my money fast but dont keep it 
  Hundred thousand thrown,  easy 
  Diamonds on me dance, Chris Breezy 
  Lil waist, fat-fat, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Diamonds dancing on your neck, betta tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Gettin money, get rich, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  M-O-B, Icy Gang, betta tap in 
  Tap, tap, tap in 
  Wrist on glitter , waist on thinner 
  Ima show you how to bag a eight-figure-figure 
  Face on zaddy , pockets on Jigga 
  You better get the card and make it swipe like Tinder 
  Private villa and the fur chinchilla 
  When he post me, all the get sicker 
  Boy killer, I dont need fillers 
  Never been a lame, so the real chicks feel it 
  Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine
  End up on the Dateline, ugh-ugh-ugh 
  Rich with no day job, , get your wop, wop
  Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh
  B-B-Billionaire boys wanna  me 
  Im from the West Coast, they wanna go down South
  All these lame little rappers tryna for clout 
  I wont let him hit but he can put it in his mouth
  Lil waist, fat-fat, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Diamonds dancing on your neck, betta tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Gettin money, get rich, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  M-O-B, Icy Gang, betta tap in 
  Tap, tap, tap in 
  I just crossed over to Top 40
  I cant even say Whats 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
  Shell go the extra mile, over the top for me
  I aint at the club, Im in the house, but Im not Cory
  Its a Victorian, they built it with five stories 
  Ayy, shout-out to Saweetie 
  These boys working with the LMPD 
  Back in seventh grade, I was selling CDs
  I can tell they want for me to help them be me, okay 
  Okay, tap, tap, tap in 
  Woo, buckle up, get strapped in 
  She said my voice is attractive 
  Baby, thats a Kentucky accent
  Lil waist, fat-fat, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Diamonds dancing on your neck, betta tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  Gettin money, get rich, baby, tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in
  M-O-B, Icy Gang, betta tap in
  Tap, tap, tap in