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(Feat. Meek Mill & Wale) (Hook: Kid Ink) I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house (remix) Throwin' 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) (Verse 1: Kid Ink) 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 Songtexte(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 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 Aston 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 (Outro) 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 Aus Songtexte Mania