Wale, Meek Mill, Kid Ink - Badass lyrics

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 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
But girl, this your show, now bring it back
Rerun i got pockets of hundreds
They say that change is irrelevant
Looking up in the sky I say


I love watching you elevate
Get high as you ever been
(go) , we getting hella bent (go)
Ball so hard, I deserve me a letterman
Now then let me see that cake, cake, cake
Like Entenmann's
Ass up, gon' take it down like a sedative
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 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 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

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 niggas lift "Smith-And"s
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
35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin' 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
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 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

Meek Milly! Ink, what up?
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 speakin'
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 whoa!

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 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

Now go ahead with that bad ass
And fast cash my dash pass
Them silicones and fat ass, got chase out
No rat trap real late night, no cat naps
You so acrobatic
Just move it 'til the bass slap the
Bass slap like the Mac S
No question we turnt up
Workin' on my fourth cup
Then throwin' all this money like
The ass is for purchase
Very important persons
Don't take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie
Ready for the show

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 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

Go! (Show off) go! (Show off)
Go! (Show off) yeah! (Show off)