Badass Lyrics - Kid Ink (Ft. Meek Mill & Wale)

Badass Lyrics - Kid Ink (Ft. 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 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

[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 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

[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 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening

These niggas be hatin they know that we eatin'

I got a bitch in Jamaica, fuck her slow when we creepin

Get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend

I'm just a young nigga out here ballin'

All these bad bitches callin'

Wrist all flooded to New Orleans

Roll royce so big I can't park it

Got gold rims on my Ash Martin

And I'm rollin' up in that foreign

I said all my bitches ass foreign

You could "Run Tell DAT" ask Martin, hold up

I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin' instaham

Drop that work that's instabands

Pyrex pot thats instagrams

And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill

Swear my life's so fuckin' real

Back to the wall like fuck the world

That nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck your girl like woah

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]

Now go ahead with that bad ass

And fast cash my dash pass

Them silicones and fat ass

Got cheese 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

Get ready for the show

[Hook]