Bad Ass (Remix)

Bad A** - Kid Ink/Meek Mill/Wale

Written by：Devin Montg

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 a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**

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 a** 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 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

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 a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**

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 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 ni**a 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 d**e

Turn around girl let a ni**a 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 a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**

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 b**ch she Jamaican f**k her slow when we speackin'

I get your chick and I take her talkin' Cabo for the weekend

I'm just a young ni**a outchea ballin'

All these bad b**ches 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**ches half foreign

You could run tell that ask Martin hold up

I flex hard on Instagram post your b**ch 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**kin' real

Back to the wall like f**k the world

A ni**a say f**k me I'mma f**k his girl like woah

Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad a**

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**