paroles de chanson Bad Ass (Remix) - Wale , Meek Mill , Kid Ink

I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house (remix)
Throwing this money like it's no running out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher? (let's go)
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 (yeah)
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass (egh)
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 ass, 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 dont 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 (remix)
Throwing this money like it's no running out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher? (let's go)
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 (yeah)
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass (egh)
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 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 nigga 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 dope
Turn around girl let a nigga know
Double M Young Olu ghost
I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house (remix)
Throwing this money like it's no running out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher? (let's go)
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 (yeah)
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass (egh)
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 bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speackin'
I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'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 it
Got gold rims on my Ash Martin
And I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my bitches half foreign
You could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch 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 fuckin' real
Back to the wall like fuck the world
A nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like woah
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.