Kid Ink - Bad Ass Lyrics
feat. Meek Mill & Wale[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 fireNow let me see just what you're doing with your bad assI can't help but watch you move it with your bad assLet me see just what you're doing with your bad assI 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 irrelevantLooking up in the sky I say I love watching you elevateGet high as you ever been, we getting hella bentBall 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 sedativeThat's a negative, ain't nobody wetter thanBetter get familiar like a mother*****in' relativeKnow you see the fireworks, you looking where my section isAll this money falling in the air like it's confetti, *****[Hook][Verse 2: Wale]I'm the man of the hourMoney and powerAnd the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi shit out meAnd the city is oursWhere the killers devourWhere the niggas lift Smith ands and the victims lift a few flowersOkay what I see dog you and me not coolBet they be loud when I leave out roomKnowing 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 *****ie'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-o-o my coatWe high choking on that dopeTurn around girl let a nigga knowDouble M Young Olu ghost[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the eveningThese niggas is haters they know that we eatin'I got a ***** she Jamaican, ***** her slow when we speackin'I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekendI'm just a young nigga outchea ballin'All these bad *****es callin'Rollie all flooded to New OrleansAnd a big Rolls Royces, can't park itGot gold rims on my Ash MartinAnd I'm rollin' up in that foreignI said all my *****es half foreignYou could run tell that ask Martin, hold upI flex hard on Instagram, post your ***** goin insta-hamPyrex pot that's insta-gramsDrop that work that's insta-bandsAnd I'm sittin' man, on a couple millSwear my life's so *****in' realBack to the wall like ***** the worldA nigga say ***** me, I'mma ***** his girl like woah[Hook][Verse 4: Kid Ink]Now go ahead with that bad assAnd fast cash my dash passThem silicones and fat assGot cheese out, no rat trapReal late night, no cat napsYou so acrobaticJust move it 'til the bass slapThe bass slap like the Mac SNo question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cupThen throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchaseVery important persons, don't take it too personalGot more bottles than homies, it's a movieReady for the show[Hook]
