badass remix
I'm feeling like a 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 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
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, Ciroc 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
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 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
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 Smithens 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
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 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
I'm feeling like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These niggas is haters, they know that we eating
I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speaking
I get your chick and I take her, talking Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young nigga outchea balling, all these bad bitches calling
Rollie all flooded New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't park it
I got gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rolling 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 going insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands
And I'm sitting man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fucking 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