Kid Ink feat. Meek Mill & Wale Bad Ass Lyrics

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ***,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ***,
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ***,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ***.

I'm feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl it's your show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant,
Looking up in the sky I say I love watching you elevate.
Getting high as you ever been, we're getting hella bent,
Ball so hard, I deserve me a Letterman.
Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake,
Like enemy's *** up, gonna take it down like a sedative.
That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than
Better get familiar like a **********ing relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is,
All this money falling in the air like it's confetti, *****.

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ***,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ***,
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ***,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ***.

I'm the man of the hour, money and power
And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi **** out me
And the city is ours where the killers devour
Where the *****s lift "Smith-And"s
And the victims lift a few flowers
Okay what I see dog you and me not cool
Bet they be loud when I leave out room
Knowing how you move how you got good shoes;
When the heat on *****s be like pyoom
Young ***** with some old riches
And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole *****ie's
The broad let me I sweat it out like P90 get me doe
And I'm sure she's got them cakes but I'm trying to see that throat
35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin' on that dope
Turn around girl let a ***** know, Double M Young Olu ghost

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ***,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ***,
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ***,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ***.

I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These *****s is haters they know that we eatin'
I got a ***** she Jamaican, **** her slow when we speakin'
I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young ***** outchea ballin', all these bad *****es callin'
Rollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't park it
Got gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my *****es half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your ***** goin insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands
And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so ****in' real
Back to the wall like **** the world; a ***** say **** me,
I'mma **** his girl like whoa

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ***,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ***,

Now go ahead with that bad *** and fast cash my dash pass
Them silicones and fat ***, got cheese out, no rat trap
Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just move it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S
No question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup
Then throwin' all this money like the *** is for purchase
Very important persons, don't take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.

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