[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 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** (yeah)
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad a** (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 a**, 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
[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
[Outro]
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**