Tapout - Rich Gang, Lil Wayne, Birdman

I said, «I fuck you better than that other nigga»

She say, «Tune I’m 'bout to cum,» I say, «I'm cummin' wit ya»

She don’t like them pretty niggas, sidity niggas

She ride this dick, 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», uhh

My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber

Sweet yellow-bone thing, I call her Honey Mustard

Pussy like a seashell, dick 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 dick

Come put that million dollar pussy on me, make me rich

Tunechi!

(Blatt!)

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, all night)

Tap out, tap out, tap out (yeah)

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 pussy, sleepin' on Versace

Sleeping on Fendi, sleepin on Cavalli

Married to the money, millions in the bank

Alexander McQueen, rich in the paint

I got that fuck you if you love me on some nigga shit

She got the million dollar seven figure nigga rich

We switch positions like we doin' yoga in this bitch

She get to shakin' then stiff

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

Million dollar pussy, million dollar pussy (mm)

Six inch, pumps, play with his balls, dunks

Bald head, yup, don’t want no Forrest, Gumps

Don’t let me tell ya, twice, already told ya, once

(Eat that pussy)

Who-who-who-who-who got that baddest pussy on the planet?

D-boys love me, they don’t understand it

Ohhhhh, deep throat (Rich Girl)

M-m-m-m-million dollar pussy 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 bitch on the Forbes list

Pussy jewelry make em say «burr man»

R-r-r-r-r-rubs hands like 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 (Fuck 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)

I’m in love with your Egyptian skin

And your talk about religion

I’m in prison with the pussy

And I’m ballin', no cushion