Kid Ink, Millie Millz, King Los - Feel It lyrics

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?

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

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?

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

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?

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

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?