Bad Ass

　　I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house (remix)

　　Throwin' this money like it's no running out

　　Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher? (let's go)

　　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 (yeah)

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

　　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, sazerac 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 dont 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

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

　　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

　　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 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

　　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

　　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