by Kid Ink.
i’m feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house,
throwing this money like it’s no running out.
okay, but i wanna know, can you get in the aisle
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 moving with your bad ass,
let me see just what you’re doing with your bad ass,
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad ass.
i’m feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
the girl, is your show, now bring it back, rerun.
i got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant,
looking up to the sky i say i love watching you elevate.
hell as you ever been, we’re getting hella been,
work so hard, i deserve me a ladder.
man, let me see that cake, cake, cake,
like enemy’s ass up, gonna take it down like insanity.
that’s a negative, ain’t nobody wetter than her,
better get familiar like a motherfucker relative.
though you see no firework, she looking when my second is,
always money falling in the air like it’s confetti, bitch.
i’m feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house,
throwing this money like it’s no running out.
okay, but i wanna know, can you get in the aisle
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 moving with your bad ass,
let me see just what you’re doing with your bad ass,
i can’t help but watch you moving with your bad ass.
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