Bad A** (Explicit) - Kid Ink/Meek Mill/Wale

I'm feeling like a man of the hour

Tear down that house

Throwin' 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 a**

I can't help but watch you move it

With your bad a**

Let me see just what you're doing

With your bad a**

I can't help but watch you move it

With your bad a**

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

A** up gon' take it down

Like a sedative

That's a negative

Ain't nobody wetter than her

Better get familiar

Like a motherf**kering relative

Though you see the fireworks

You looking where my section is

All this money falling in the air

Like it's confetti b**ch

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 a**

I can't help but watch you moving

With your bad a**

Let me see just what you doing

With your bad a**

I can't help but watch you moving

With your bad a**

I'm the man of the hour money and power

And I'm on my Lafitte

So I let got that Geechee sh*t 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 ni**a with some old riches

In the coldest swimming I be with

We on the cold b**ches

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 d**e

Turn around girl let a ni**a 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 a**

I can't help but watch you moving

With your bad a**

Let me see just what you doing

With your bad a**

I can't help but watch you moving

With your bad a**

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 b**ch 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 ni**a out there ballin'

All these bad b**ches 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 b**ches bad foreign

And you can rent our last Aston Martin

Hold up

I flex hard on Instagram

Post your b**ch 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 f**kin' real

Back to the wall like f**k the world

And niggas say f**k me

I'm a f**k 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 a**

I can't help but watch you moving

With your bad a**

Now go ahead with that bad a**

And fast cash right dash past

Them silicones that bad a**

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 a** 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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