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Can you feel it? | Feel it? | Oh
Can you feel it? Feel it? Oh First class help you in the game like a free throw Fill my bank up with cash, my glass with Clicquot You ain't gotta tell your friends what we talk about or the places we go You're mine for the night, your man try and repo Work nights, never sleep so you think she got no job Go to school durin' the week, on the weekend, we go hard Live so large, let you go tear down the mall like it's your card It's no problem, go 'head, sing it, girl, this is your song, oh Started out out slow 'Cause no matter how much she gets, she wants more, girl Now we on the top floor Holdin' on tight, you ain't lettin' go Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Feel it? Oh Nothing you can tell us, they get jealous when we show up Make you feel like a little girl again but fuck you like a grown up High as you can be, it's like the dream you never woke from My life's like a movie, get ready for your close-up Pour a bottle and toast up Your man in your phone, tryin' to see what your plans is So what? You still turn up my songs soon as they playin' it Know what the sound is, money talks and you ain't sayin' shit I'mma call you soon as I land Probably roll some weed, ride up on the beach while you tan Party every week and you hardly would speak But now you got my phone takin' pictures Laughin', smokin', chillin', yeah Started out out slow 'Cause no matter how much she gets, she wants more, girl Now we on the top floor Holdin' on tight, you ain't lettin' go Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Feel it? We don't hear nobody talk Probably 'cause we're in the sky, sky, sky, sky When we really take off And I tell her, hold on 'cause she say she never been this high We don't hear nobody talk Probably 'cause we're in the sky, sky, sky, sky When we really take off And I tell her, hold on 'cause she say she never been this high
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