kid ink - bad ass (remix) lyrics
i’m feeling like the 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 -ss
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad -ss
let me see just what you’re doing with your bad -ss
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad -ss
i’m feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening
but girl it’s your show, now bring it back, rerun
i got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant
looking up in the sky i say i love watching you elevate
getting high as you ever been, we’re getting h-lla bent
ball so hard, i deserve me a letterman
man, let me see that cake, cake, cake
like enemy’s -ss up, gonna take it down like a sedative
that’s a negative, ain’t n0body wetter than
better get familiar like a motherf-cking relative
know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is
all this money falling in the air like it’s confetti, b-tch
i’m feeling like the 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 -ss
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad -ss
let me see just what you’re doing with your bad -ss
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad -ss
i’m the man of the hour, money and power
and the humble ain’t feed me so i got that geechi sh-t out me
and the city is ours where the k!llers devour
where the n-ggas lift “smith-and”s
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 n-ggas be like pyoom
young n-gga with some old riches
and the coldest women i be with weave on necole b-tchie’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
35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin’ on that dope
turn around girl let a n-gga know, double m young olu ghost
i’m feeling like the 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 -ss
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad -ss
let me see just what you’re doing with your bad -ss
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad -ss
i’m feelin’ like the man of the hour, host of the evening
these n-ggas is haters they know that we eatin’
i got a b-tch she jamaican, f-ck her slow when we speakin’
i get your chick and i take her, talkin’ cabo for the weekend
i’m just a young n-gga outchea ballin’, all these bad b-tches 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 b-tches half foreign, you could run tell that ask martin, hold up
i flex hard on instagram, post your b-tch 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 f-ckin’ real
back to the wall like f-ck the world; a n-gga say f-ck me
i’mma f-ck his girl like whoa
i’m feeling like the 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 -ss
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad -ss
now go ahead with that bad -ss and fast cash my dash p-ss
them silicones and fat -ss, got cheese out, no rat trap
real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
just move it ’til the b-ss slap the b-ss slap like the mac s
no question we turnt up, workin’ on my fourth cup
then throwin’ all this money like the -ss is for purchase
very important persons, don’t take it too personal
got more bottles than homies, it’s a movie, ready for the show
i’m feeling like the 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
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