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  • [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 **********in' relative
    Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is
    All this money falling in the air like it's confetti, *****
    [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 **** out me
    And the city is ours
    Where the killers devour
    Where the ****** 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 ****** be like pyoom
    Young ***** with some old riches
    And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole *****ie'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 ****
    Turn around girl let 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 ****** is haters they know that we eatin'
    I got a ***** she Jamaican, **** her slow when we speackin'
    I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
    I'm just a young ***** outchea ballin'
    All these bad *****es 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 *****es half foreign
    You could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
    I flex hard on Instagram, post your ***** 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 ****in' real
    Back to the wall like **** the world
    A ***** say **** me, I'mma **** his 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
    Ready for the show
    [Hook]
  • [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 **********in' relative
    Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is
    All this money falling in the air like it's confetti, *****
    [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 **** out me
    And the city is ours
    Where the killers devour
    Where the ****** 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 ****** be like pyoom
    Young ***** with some old riches
    And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole *****ie'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 ****
    Turn around girl let 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 ****** is haters they know that we eatin'
    I got a ***** she Jamaican, **** her slow when we speackin'
    I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
    I'm just a young ***** outchea ballin'
    All these bad *****es 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 *****es half foreign
    You could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
    I flex hard on Instagram, post your ***** 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 ****in' real
    Back to the wall like **** the world
    A ***** say **** me, I'mma **** his 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
    Ready for the show
    [Hook]