Bad Ass (feat. Meek Mill & Wale) - Remix

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.