Kid Ink - Bad Ass feat. Wale & Meek Mill lyrics

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I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house

I'm throwing this money, like it's no running out

Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle

And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire?

Now let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

Let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

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 said I love watching you elevate

High as you ever been, we're getting hella bent

Ball so hard, I deserve me a Leatherman

Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake, like Edmund's

Ass up, gon' take it down like a sedative

That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than her

Better get familiar like a motherfuckering relative

Though you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is

All this money falling in the air like it's confetti, bitch

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house

I'm throwing this money, like it's no running out

Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle

And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire?

Now let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

Let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

I'm the man of the hour, money and power

And I'm on my Lafitte, so I let got that Geechee shit out me

And the city is ours, where the killers devour

Where the niggas lift slippers, and the victims left a few flowers

Okay?

Where the c-dog, know what I mean now, cool?

Better be loud when I leave that room

Knowin' how you move, how you got that shoes

When the heat on niggas be like "whew"

Young nigga with some old riches

In the coldest swimming I be with, we on the cold bitches

The broad left me, I swear that I'm like p-noid, you get me? Dough

And of course she got them cakes but I'm tryin' to see that throat

35-O-O my code

We high, chuggin' on that dope

Turn around, girl let a nigga know

Double M, young Olu, go!

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house

I'm throwing this money, like it's no running out

Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle

And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire?

Now let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

Let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening

These niggas is haters, they know that we eatin'

I got a bitch in Jamaica, find it tough when we speakin'

I get your chick and I take her, talkin', got a boat for the weekend

I'm just a young nigga out there ballin'

All these bad bitches callin'

Rollie off like a new obelisk

In the big Rolls Royce, can't park it

Got gold rims on my Aston Martin

Now I'm rollin' up in that foreign

I said all my bitches bad, foreign

And you can rent our last Aston Martin

Hold up

I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch on InstaHam

Pyrex pots that's instant grams, drop that work that's instant bands

And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mil'

Swear my life's so fuckin' real

Back to the wall like "fuck the world"

And niggas say fuck me, I’m a fuck their girl

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house

I'm throwing this money, like it's no running out

Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle

And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire?

Now let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

Let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass

Now go ahead with that bad ass, and fast cash, right, dash past

Them silicones, that bad ass, got cheese out, the rat trap

Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic

Just move it to the bass slap, the bass slap like the mackest

No question we turn it up, workin' on my fourth cup

Been throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase

Very important person, 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 that house

I'm throwing this money, like it's no running out

Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle

And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire?

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Thanks to nirla man for correcting these lyrics