Feel It

[Chorus: Kid Ink] Can you feel it? You can turn me up Can you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got a bottle on me Shots on three, Can you feel it? [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Yeah, I could feel it on the way, never fray In the building like, this is where I stay My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uhh Now let me see you shake your body off tempo Your body so cold and I can see all of the symptoms If you come into my section, you ain't even gotta mention It's about a couple bitches, bag of Swishas on my niggas and we Getting it, you should come and feel this Live the sweet life, need a filling Take a hit then inhale and release Gotta pocket full of trees, baby we ain't gotta leave till you feel it [Chorus: Kid Ink] Can you feel it? You can turn me up Can you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got a bottle on me Shots on three, Can you feel it? [Verse 2: King Los] Let's go baby I told her honey how you feel? If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh My watch be winking at you, my link be blowing kisses Yea bitch I’m blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes I’m swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard If I post up on this, she’ll be sending you post cards She love how fucking a celebrity feel I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel I’m definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills And we be rolling rolling blowing strong Going going going, gone [Chorus: Kid Ink] Can you feel it? You can turn me up Can you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got a bottle on me Shots on three, Can you feel it? [Verse 3: Milli Millz] Uh uh, Ho you don’t feel it when I guess you paraplegic Start sunning niggas, I think I’m playing with Phoenix And I’m balling with my shot like I’m Gilbert Arenas And I’m breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up Clothes stay hotter than furnace, they waiting on me like hurry up Yea, I’m on the web like Charlotte Don’t panic, don’t clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets She’s like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti Talking bout the game, in a pocket like polly And all my niggas that he ride with, chrome Put that metal to your side like an iphone 4 And that’s when you [Chorus: Kid Ink] Can you feel it? You can turn me up Can you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got a bottle on me Shots on three, Can you feel it?