Wiz Khalifa, Narissa , Chevy Woods - Tap (2020) lyrics

Do you mind if I play somethin' for you?

Oh, I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me
I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper
And if another one choose you don't trip
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Okay)

You ain't gotta stop, go hard, don't quit
Chillin' at the crib, when you out
You that bitch
Used to be skinny, now you gettin' thick
Used to want a boyfriend, now you want dick
You a bad lil bitch
Tryna rack up, tryna get rich
Tryna get money for a new Birkin
Tryna secure the trip for your girlfriend
Tryna lock down the D like a permit
Other girls try to hit, you determined
When the bitches come around
You make 'еm nervous
Make them othеr niggas pay for your service
Me?

I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me
I'ma make her count it (Uh, huh)
She wouldn't know what to do without me
(I see who you with)
We in love, we get to the paper
(I see who you wanna be with)
And if another one choose you don't trip (Oh)
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Uh)

I'ma show her what these racks do
Gettin' top in my homeboy's bathroom
She got all that ass on
Her when she pass through
Good brain, she the smartest in the classroom
She gon' bust it for a nigga
I'ma throw them ones
I'ma need a replay, baby, not just once
Told her, we just getting started
And the nights still young
We gon' need more shots 'til
We both get drunk look, I'm a fool with it
You paid the doctor for it
What you gon' do with it?
Its brand new to me, I don't care who hit it
No kids, sorry, I can't let loose in it
You be cuffin' on a bitch, I let her choose
Nigga

I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me
I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper (Oh)
And if another one choose, you don't trip
(Oh) thats how I know you a down ass bitch

He thought he was rich 'til I made him richer
He thought he was really winnin'
'til he met a winner
My nigga in the summer ain't
My nigga in the winter
Spend that cash on a nigga if
You really fuckin' with it
Its just me and mine we
Countin' this money all day
We so in line, don't matter what nobody say
And I'll flip a brick quick
Instead of talkin' shit with the shit
Slap a bitch if she too up in my mix
On my nigga, all up on his dick, bitch
Get a grip
I heard you thirsty for the tea, bitch
I know you wanna sip want a sip

I'm on top, my block is off (Oh)
Soon as you walk up to me
I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper
And if another one choose, you don't trip
(Oh) thats how I know you a down ass bitch