Badass [Remix]

[Chorus: Kid Ink]

I'm feeling like a 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 ass

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

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass

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

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, but give me a minute

I'll be the man of the year, before the season is finished

I'm on a hunt for that ass, Ciroc pool in your stomach

I hope you know how to swim before I drown you in money

Now girl I ain't even counting, never been into math

You got me going so broke, I think that I need a cash

Just throw it all in the air and in yo face like a mask

I got a couple freaky things I don't know if I could ask you

Now come over here and show me that you bad

Straight out detention, no pretending, I can see in yo calves

You got the strength to hold it up and don’t you ever collapse

So high I think I'm about to relapse

[Chorus: Kid Ink]

I'm feeling like a 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 ass

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

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass

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

[Verse 2: Wale]

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

And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi shit out me

And the city is ours, where the killers devour

Where the niggas lift Smithens 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 niggas be like pyoom

Young nigga with some old riches

And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole Bitchie'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-o-o my coat, we high choking on that dope

Turn around girl let a nigga know, double M Young Olu ghost

[Chorus: Kid Ink]

I'm feeling like a 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 ass

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

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass

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

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

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

These niggas is haters, they know that we eating

I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speaking

I get your chick and I take her, talking Cabo for the weekend

I'm just a young nigga outchea balling, all these bad bitches calling

Rollie all flooded New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't park it

I got gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rolling up in that foreign

I said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up

I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch going insta-ham

Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands

And I'm sitting man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fucking real

Back to the wall like fuck the world, a nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like woah

[Outro]

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

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

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass

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