Bad Ass - Remix
Quelle: Spotify
[Produced by Devin Cruise]
[Hook: Kid Ink]I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the houseThrowin' this money like it's no running outOkay, 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, host of the eveningBut girl, this your show, now bring it back, rerunI got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant
Looking up in the sky I say I love watching you elevateGet high as you ever been (go), we getting hella bent (go)Ball so hard, I deserve me a lettermanNow then let me see that cake, cake, cake, like Entenmann'sAss up, gon' take it down like a sedative
That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter thanBetter get familiar like a motherfuckin' relativeKnow you see the fireworks, you looking where my section isAll this money falling in the air like it's confetti, bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wale]
Uhh, Wale though, uh...I'm the man of the hour, money and powerAnd the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi shit out me
And the city is ours where the killers devourWhere the niggas lift "Smith-And"sAnd the victims lift a few flowersOkay what I see dog you and me not coolBet they be loud when I leave out room
Knowing how you move how you got good shoesWhen the heat on niggas be like pyoomYoung nigga with some old richesAnd the coldest women I be with weave on Necole Bitchie'sThe broad let me I sweat it out like P90 get me doeAnd I'm sure she's got them cakes but I'm trying to see that throat35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin' on that dopeTurn around girl let a nigga know, Double M Young Olu ghost
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]Meek Milly! Ink whattup...I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the eveningThese niggas is haters they know that we eatin'I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin'I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekendI'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 itGot gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreignI said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold upI flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bandsAnd 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 whoa!
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Now go ahead with that bad ass and fast cash my dash passThem silicones and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trapReal late night, no cat naps, you so acrobaticJust move it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S
No question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cupThen throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase
Very important persons, don't take it too personalGot more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show
[Hook]
[Outro]
Go! (Show off)
Go! (Show off)
Go! (Show off)
Yeah! (Show off)
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