Wale - Bada** lyrics

[Produced by Devin Cruise] [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 (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 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] 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 sh** out me And the city is ours where the k**ers devour Where the n***as 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 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 35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin' on that dope Turn around girl let a n***a know, Double M Young Olu ghost [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Meek Milly! Ink whattup... 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 speakin' 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 whoa! [Hook] [Verse 4: Kid Ink] Now go ahead with that bad a** and fast cash my dash pa** Them silicones and fat a**, got chase 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] [Outro] Go! (Show off) Go! (Show off) Go! (Show off) Yeah! (Show off)