[Verse 1: Quez]

Uh, all I wanna do is take all my niggas to Vegas

Buy a pound of weed and smoke it, get them niggas faded

Yeah and buy some liquor man we gonna get wasted

Poppin' bottles on them hoes and tell them "Bitch we made it"

Yeah I wanna get a hundred grand of singles

Stack them shit so just like Pringles, thanking God I'm single

Yeah, ready to mingle though

I'm trying to slam dunk, yall tryin' to finger roll

You know that feeling feeling feeling like everything's changing

That feeling, feeling like you was instantly famous, feel that

Fuck that nigga, yeah I'ma kill that and y'all niggas don't know me

My team, we got that feeling, we need some fucking trophies

[Chorus: Mike Posner & Travis Porter]

Uh, we do it for the whole team (uh-huh)

You know that feeling like you won a Superbowl ring (yeah)

We don't never get a day off (nah)

Make the city proud like we won the Playoffs

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

[Verse 2: Ali]

I got this feeling, this feeling I know it

That I'm about to make some millions, some millions then blow it

My, my, my, my new bitch Brazilian, she gorgeous

This, this, this new life that I'm living it's hard to absorb it

Ever had that feeling when you pull out they say who that

New school, blue black, drop top, push back

It's Ali, yeah I knew that, blew the whole by 2 stacks

When I'm in the building, man them hoes run a full flat

Just some Puerto Ricos, margaritas, burritos

Vacation with my peoples, we do this for our people

You know that feeling like you won a Superbowl ring

No ball hog man I'm playing for the team, yeah

[Chorus: Mike Posner & Travis Porter]

Uh, we do it for the whole team (uh-huh)

You know that feeling like you won a Superbowl ring (yeah)

We don't never get a day off (nah)

Make the city proud like we won the Playoffs

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

[Verse 3: Strap]

Feel on 24, jerk 'em to the right

Feeling like a Mo, look at me and all this ice

We're here for those how we roll, it's the feeling of a boss

I got trials on my line, got a million dollars house

We used to rot in Coogi sweaters now it's Gucci all the time

Freshen hair, leather season, wanna toll the summer time

Used to have a little bank roll now my bank roll larger

Transformer Camaro, hopped out the Dodge Charger

Gerry Guardian seats, green light slick rims

Check my ring out, oh I'm on my superbowl shit

I'm flat in the sky, I'm up there with the birds

I do it for the team, nigga, motherfuck what you heard

[Chorus: Mike Posner & Travis Porter]

Uh, we do it for the whole team (uh-huh)

You know that feeling like you won a Superbowl ring (yeah)

We don't never get a day off (nah)

Make the city proud like we won the Playoffs

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling