Tapout lyrics

by

Birdman


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
Rich Gang
If you hatin', you just need some pus*y (Rich girl)
She f*cked up when she gave me some pus*y
I said, "I f*ck you better than that other n*gga"
She say, "Tune', I'm 'bout to c*m," I say, "I'm c*mmin' with you"
She don't like them pretty n*ggas, sidity n*ggas
She ride this di*k, her titties jiggle, that's my pillows
That's because I sleep in that ho, hit it when I wake up
Tell the pigs I say, "As-salamu alaykum," uh
My b*tch a choosy lover, never f*ck without a rubber
Sweet yellow-bone thing, I call her Honey Mustard
pus*y like a seashell, di*k like a V-12
She say I drive her crazy, I say, "Just keep on your seatbelt"
Bend it over, bust it open for me
Baby, bend it over, bust it open for me, yeah
She say she love me, she just loves this di*k
Come put that million dollar pus*y on me, make me rich
Tunechi (Blatt)

[Chorus: Future & Birdman]
She got that million dollar
Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh
She got that million dollar
Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh
And all I want to do is touch it (Touch it, touch it)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Make her tap out, tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out (Yeah)
And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (All day, allnight)
Tap out, tap out, tap out (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Crib made her tap out, sauna made her tap out
Jet made her tap out, pilot with the map out
Million on the diamonds, million on the kitchen
Millions on the Maybach, glass top ceilings
Million dollar pus*y, sleepin' on Versace
Sleeping on Fendi, sleepin on Cavalli
Married to the money, millions in the bank
Alexander McQueen, rich in the paint

[Bridge: Mack Maine]
I got that f*ck you if you love me on some n*gga sh*t
She got the million dollar seven-figure n*gga rich
We switch positions like we doin' yoga in this b*tch
She get to shakin' then stiff

[Chorus: Future]
She got that million dollar
Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh
She got that million dollar
Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh
And all I want to do is touch it (Touch it, touch it)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Make her tap out, tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out
And I'ma make her tap out, tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Birdman]
Million dollar pus*y, million dollar pus*y (Mm)
Six inch, pumps, play with his balls, dunks
Bald head, yup, don't want no Forrest, Gumps
Don't let me tell you, twice, already told you, once (Eat that pus*y)
Who-who-who-who-who got that baddest pus*y on the planet?
D-boys love me, they don't understand it
Oh, deep throat (Rich Girl)
M-m-m-m-million dollar pus*y might pounce on that ass
Threw them hundreds 'til I lose counts on that ass
Max out all of them accounts on that ass
Million dollar checks, don't bounce on that ass
Pull up in that You-Can't-Afford-This
Only rap b*tch on the Forbes list
pus*y jewelry make 'em say, "Burr man"
R-r-r-r-r-rubs hands like Birdman

[Chorus: Future & Birdman]
She got that million dollar (Rich Gang)
Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh (Rich girl)
She got that million dollar (Sexy Slim, I see you, paradise home, yeah)
Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh (Flossing while you're shining, jumping out of Bugattis)
And all I want to do is touch it (Touch it, touch it)
Touch it and touch it and touch it, touch it
And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (Yeah)
Tap out, tap out, tap out (f*ck this money game up, wild out)
And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (Yeah)
Tap out, tap out, tap out (Sweet D, love you, baby girl)
[Outro: Detail]
I'm in love with your Egyptian skin
And your talk 'bout religion
I’m in prison with the pus*y
And I'm ballin', no cushion
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