[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?