Bad Ass (feat. Meek Mill & Wale)

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

I'm throwing this money like there'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 doing with your bad ass

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

Let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

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

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, host of the evening

Good girl, it's your show, now bring it back, re-run

I got pockets of hunnids, they say that change is irrelevant

Looking up in the sky, I said I love watching you elevate

Get high as you ever been, we getting hella bent

Ball so hard I just earned me a Letterman

Now let-let me see that cake, cake, cake like Entenmann's

Ass up, go on take it down like a sedative

Uh, that's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than

Better get familiar like a motherfuckin' relative

Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is

All this money falling in the air like it's confetti bitch

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

I'm throwing this money like there'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 doing with your bad ass

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

Let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

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

Uhh, Wale though, uh

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 **** lift "Smith-And"s

And the victims lift a few flowers, ok?

What I see dog, you and me not cool

Bet they be loud when I leave that room

Knowing how you move, how you got good shoes

When the heat on **** be like, pyoom

Young **** with some old riches

And the coldest women I be with weave on Nicole Richie's

The broad let me, I sweat that out like P90, get me

Dough, and I'm sure she's got them cakes, but I'm trying to see that throat

Thirty-five, oh, oh, my coat, we high, choking on that dope

Turn around, girl, let a **** throw

Double M, Young Olu, go

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

I'm throwing this money like there'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 doing with your bad ass

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

Let me see just what you doing with your bad ass

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

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, host of the evening

These **** is anus, they know that we eating

I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin'

I get your chick, and I take her, talking Cabo for the weekend

I'm just a young **** out there ballin', all these bad bitches callin'

Rollie all flooded, New Orleans and the big Rolls Royce, can't park it

Got gold rims on my As' Martin, and I'm rolling up in that foreign

I said all my *** half foreign, and you can 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 mil, swear my life's so fuckin' real

Back to the wall like fuck the world

A **** say fuck me, I'ma fuck his girl like whoa!

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

I'm throwing this money like there'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 doing with your bad ass

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

Now, go ahead with that bad ass and fast cash, might dash past

Them silicones and fat ass, got cheese out the rat trap

Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic

Just move it to the bass slap, the bass slap like the Mac S

No question we turn up, working on my fourth cup

Been throwing all this money like that ass is for purchase

Very important person, 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 that house

I'm throwing this money like there'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, go

Show off

Go

Show off

Go

Show off

Yeah (My **** Ink blow it up like four)

Show off (And I ain't even high 'cause I need four more)