Bad Ass-Kid Ink/Meek Mill/Wale
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 in the aisle
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 moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're 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,
The girl, is your show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant,
Looking up to the sky I say I love watching you elevate.
Hell as you ever been, we're getting hella been,
Work so hard, I deserve me a ladder.
Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake,
Like enemy's ass up, gonna take it down like insanity.
That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than her,
Better get familiar like a motherfucker relative.
Though you see no firework, she looking when my second is,
Always money falling in the air like it's confetti, bitch.
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 in the aisle
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 moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're 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 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 Smith ands 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
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 in the aisle
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 moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're 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 she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speackin'
I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin'
All these bad bitches 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 bitches half foreign
You could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch 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 fuckin' real
Back to the wall like fuck the world
A nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like woah
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 in the aisle
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 moving with your bad ass,
RAP....
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 in the aisle
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.
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