[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 $$#

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad $$#
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad $$#
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad $$#


[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 mother$#&@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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s be like pyoom
Young ^!$$% 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 dope
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 ^!$$%s be hatin they know that we eatin'

I got a (*##$ in Jamaica, $#&@ her slow when we creepin
Get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young ^!$$% out here ballin'

All these bad (*##$es callin'
Wrist all flooded to New Orleans
Roll royce so big I can't park it

Got gold rims on my Ash Martin
And I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my (*##$es $$# foreign

You could "Run Tell DAT" ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your (*##$ goin' instaham
Drop that work that's instabands

Pyrex pot thats instagrams
And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill
Swear my life's so $#&@in' real

Back to the wall like $#&@ the world
That ^!$$% say $#&@ me, I'mma $#&@ your girl like woah


[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]

Now go ahead with that bad $$#
And fast cash my dash pass
Them silicones and fat $$#

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 $$# 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]