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] [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] [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