Bad Ass - Demeter & Ishnlv

Aye I dont really know how you niggas feeling Or whats ups with you niggas But know what I'm saying I'm a different breed I ain't rocking like you niggas you feel me But this that florida shit though you know what I'm saying Real florida jit you feel me I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch I was 13 when I hit my first lick I be stayin' out the way I can't get cut up in the mix So keep that shit from round me if it ain't gon' make me rich I knew that I'd make it and since I was a jit Had a plan and I made it make sense I was broke hand to go and get it fixed Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit I was trippin' in the streets and in the class too That nigga say he got a bag, I got a bag too You got some fame, now you acting brand new But I'm cool on your baby I done had you Don't be worried about these niggas get that cash boo She asked me why I cut her off cause bitch I had to I like my bitches red bone and my cash blue I'm in love with that money got a cash flu Yeah yeah Run up a check I used serve on the front street She just see a bag I know she don't really want me I was running around with no shoes like a monkey Posting on the block day and night like a junkie Still remember when them pussy niggas came and jumped me Guess them niggas mad 'cause they bitches wanna fuck me I ain't have a pistol on me nigga so you're lucky I got it on me now, I dare a nigga try to touch me I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch I was 13 when I hit my first lick I be staying out the way I can't get cut up in the mix So keep that shit from round me if it ain't gon' make me rich I knew that I'd make it and since I was a jit Had a plan and I made it make sense I was broke hand to go and get it fixed Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit Why the fuck these pussy niggas acting like they know me I don't want your time baby I just wanna rollie Since you said you love me bae don't say it come and show me Fuck all the excuses nigga pay me what you owe me Critics telling lies trying to kill a nigga slowly You gon' fuck around and make me go back to the old me Had to cut them off 'cause that nigga ain't my homie You know you ain't my bitch so why the fuck you all up on me Lame ass niggas tryna diss me for the clout If you ain't fucking with me keep my name out your mouth I remember I was scraping change out the couch Now I'm doing better, I done made it out the drought But I'm still the same nigga, I just bettered myself How the fuck you helping them but you ain't helping yourself Like how the fuck you blessing them and you ain't blessing yourself Don't worry about them people boy you stressing yourself I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch I was 13 when I hit my first lick I be staying out the way I can't get cut up in the mix So keep that shit from round me if it ain't gon' make me rich I knew that I'd make it and since I was a jit Had a plan and I made it make sense I was broke hand to go and get it fixed Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit

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 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 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 (go), we getting hella bent (go) 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 motherfuckin' relative Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is All this 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 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 Uhh, Wale though, uh... 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-And"s 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 35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin' on that dope Turn around girl let a nigga know, Double M Young Olu ghost 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 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 Meek Milly! Ink whattup... 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 speakin' 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 Ash 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 WHOA! 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 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 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 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 any higher? And drop it down the pole like it's a fire Go! (Show off) Go! (Show off) Go! (Show off) Yeah! (Show off)