Feat. Meek Mill & Wale
[Hook: Kid Ink]
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 a**
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad a**
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a**
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
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, we getting hella bent
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 motherf**in' relative
Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is
All this money falling in the air like it's confetti, b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wale]
I'm the man of the hour
Money and power
And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi sh** out me
And the city is ours
Where the k**ers devour
Where the n***as 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 n***as be like pyoom
Young n***a with some old riches
And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole b**hie'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 n***a know
Double M Young Olu ghost
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These n***as is haters they know that we eatin'
I got a b**h she Jamaican, f** her slow when we speackin'
I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young n***a outchea ballin'
All these bad b**hes 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 b**hes half foreign
You could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your b**h 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 f**in' real
Back to the wall like f** the world
A n***a say f** me, I'mma f** his girl like woah
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Now go ahead with that bad a**
And fast cash my dash pa**
Them silicones and fat a**
Got cheese out, no rat trap
Real late night, no cat naps
You so acrobatic
Just move it 'til the ba** slap
The ba** slap like the Mac S
No question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup
Then throwin' all this money like the a** 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
[Hook]