Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Ass (Remix)

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear the house,
this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole it's a fire.
Now let me see what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't but watch you moving with your bad ass.

I'm feeling like a man of the hour, of the evening,
But girl your show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant,
up in the sky I say I love watching you elevate.
Getting high as you ever been, we're getting bent,
Ball so hard, I me a Letterman.
Man, let me see cake, cake, cake,
Like enemy's ass up, take it down like a sedative.
That's a negative, ain't wetter than
get familiar like a motherfucking relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you looking my section is,
All this money falling in the air it's confetti, bitch.

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear the house,
Throwing this money like it's no out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like a fire.
Now let me see just what doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass,
Let me see what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass.

I'm the man of the hour, money and
And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi out me
And the city is ours where the killers
the niggas lift "Smith-And"s
And the victims lift a few
Okay I see dog you and me not cool
Bet they be when I leave out room
Knowing how you move how you got good
When the on niggas be like pyoom
Young nigga with old riches
And the coldest women I be weave on Necole Bitchie's
The broad let me I sweat it out P90 get me doe
And I'm sure she's got cakes but I'm trying to see that throat
35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin' on dope
Turn girl let a nigga know, Double M Young Olu ghost

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear the house,
Throwing money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the like it's a fire.
Now let me see what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you with your bad ass,
Let me see what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass.

I'm like the man of the hour, host of the evening
niggas is haters they know that we eatin'
I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow we speakin'
I get your chick and I take her, Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin', all these bad callin'
Rollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Royces, can't park it
Got gold on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin
pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands
And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill, swear my so fuckin' real
to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say fuck me,
I'mma fuck his girl like

I'm feeling the man of the hour, tear down the house,
this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see what you're doing with your bad ass,
I help but watch you moving with your bad ass,

Now go ahead that bad ass and fast cash my dash pass
Them and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trap
Real late night, no cat naps, you so
move it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S
No question we up, workin' on my fourth cup
Then throwin' all this money like the ass is for
Very persons, don't take it too personal
Got bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show

I'm feeling the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it the pole like it's a fire.