Bad ass 创作者：
Kid Ink

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Verse 1
B B 
 
E E 
 
B B 
 
C C 
 
I'm feeling like a man of the hour,
B B 
 
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
tear down the house
Throwing this money like
E E 
 
it's no running out
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Okay, but I  wanna know,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
can you get any higher?
E E 
 
And drop it down the pole
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
like it's a fire
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Now let me see just what you're
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
doing with your bad ass
B B 
 
I can't help but watch you move
Am Am 
 
it  with your bad ass
C C 
 
Let me see just what you're
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
doing with your bad ass
B B 
 
I can't help but watch you move
Am Am 
 
it  with your bad ass
C C 
 
I'm feeling

Verse 2
like the man of the hour,
B B 
 
host of the evening
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
But girl, this your show,
now bring it back, rerun
C C 
 
I got pockets of hundreds,
B B 
 
E E 
 
they say that change is irrelevant
Looking up in the sky I say I
love watching you elevate
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
Get high as you ever been (go), we
B B 
 
getting hella bent (go)
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Ball so  hard,
B B 
 
I deserve me a letterman
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
Now then let me see that cake, cake,
B B 
 
cake, like Entenmann's
Ass up, gon' take it down
C C 
 
like a sedative
That's a negative,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
ain't nobody wetter than
Better get familiar like a
motherfuckin' relative
C C 
 
Know you see the fireworks,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
you looking where my  section is
All this money falling in the air
G G 
 
like it's confetti, bitch

Verse 3
C C 
 
I'm feeling like a man of the hour,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
tear down the house
Throwing this money like
it's no running out
C C 
 
Okay, but I  wanna know,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
can you get any higher?
E E 
 
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Now let me see just what you're
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
doing with your bad ass
B B 
 
I can't help but watch you
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
move it with your bad ass
C C 
 
Let me see just what you're
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
doing with your bad ass
B B 
 
I can't help but watch you
Am Am 
 
move it with your bad ass

Verse 4
C C 
 
B B 
 
Uhh, Wale though, uh...
Em Em 
 
I'm the man of the hour,
E E 
 
money and power
And the humble ain't feed me so I
got that Geechi shit out me
Em Em 
 
And the city is ours where
E E 
 
the killers devour
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
Where the niggas lift "Smith- And"s
Em Em 
 
B B 
 
And the victims lift a few flowers
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
Okay what I see dog you and me not cool
Bet they be loud when
I leave out room
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
Knowing how you move how you
got good shoes;
B B 
 
When the heat on niggas be
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
B B 
 
Am Am 
 
like pyoom
B B 
 
C C 
 
Young nigga with some old riches
Am Am 
 
And the coldest women I be with weave
C C 
 
on Necole Bitchie's
The broad let me I sweat it out
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
like P90 get me doe
E E 
 
And I'm sure she's got them cakes but I'm
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
trying to see that throat
35- 0- 0 my coat,
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
we high chokin' on  that dope
Turn around girl let a nigga know,
Em Em 
 
Double M Young Olu ghost
G G 
 
I'm feeling like a

Verse 5
C C 
 
man of the hour,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
tear down the house
Throwing this money like it's
no running out
C C 
 
Okay, but I  wanna know,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
can you get any higher?
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire
C C 
 
Now let me see just what you're
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
doing with your bad ass
B B 
 
I can't help but watch you
Am Am 
 
move it with your bad ass
Let me see just what you're
Em Em 
 
doing with your bad ass
Am Am 
 
B B 
 
I can't help but watch you
Am Am 
 
move it with your bad ass
C C 
 
Meek Milly! Ink whattup... I'm feelin' like the

Verse 6
Em Em 
 
man of the hour,
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
host of the evening
Em Em 
 
These niggas is haters
they know that we eatin'
I got a bitch she Jamaican,
E E 
 
fuck her slow when we speakin'
Em Em 
 
I get your chick and I take her,
B B 
 
talkin' Cabo for the weekend
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
I'm just a young nigga  outchea ballin', all
C C 
 
B B 
 
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
these bad bitches callin'
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Rollie all  flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces,
B B 
 
Am Am 
 
can't park it
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
Got gold rims on my Ash Martin
G# G# 
 
B B 
 
and I'm rollin' up in that foreign
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
I   said all my bitches half foreign,
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your
Em Em 
 
bitch goin insta- ham
Pyrex pot that's insta- grams,
drop that work that's insta- bands
C C 
 
And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
swear my life's so fuckin' real
Em Em 
 
Back to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say fuck me,
G G 
 
C C 
 
I'mma fuck his girl like WHOA!

Verse 7
B B 
 
I'm feeling like a man of the hour,
Em Em 
 
tear down the house
Throwing this money like
it's no running out
C C 
 
Okay, but I  wanna know,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
can you get any higher?
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire
Am Am 
 
Now let me see just what you're doing
Em Em 
 
with your bad ass
I can't help but watch you move
Am Am 
 
it with your bad ass
Let me see just what you're
doing with your bad ass
B B 
 
Am Am 
 
I can't help but watch you move
C C 
 
it with your bad ass

Verse 8
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
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
B B 
 
Am Am 
 
No question we turnt up,
B B 
 
workin' on my fourth cup
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Then throwin' all this money
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
like the ass is for purchase
Very important persons,
B B 
 
C C 
 
don't take it too personal
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie,
G G 
 
ready for the show

Verse 9
C C 
 
I'm feeling like a man of the hour,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
tear down the house
Throwing this money like
it's no running out
C C 
 
Okay, but I  wanna know,
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
can you get any higher?
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire