Feel It (with Flo Rida, Sean Kingston & Tiësto)

DJ, turn the music up

I wanna feel it

Three-six Mafia

Kingston, Hypnotize Minds

Hey, Tiësto

Rock, let's go

I-I say, DJ, turn the music up

And send another round over to my cup

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

Say, I'm at the bar, gonna have a barre

Sippin' Ketel One, stumblin' to the car

But I don't wanna leave 'cause it's too crunk

And these girls got a lotta junk in the trunk

Red bones, black bones

White chocolates, big tones

Breakin' them backs, it's on

I'm a gigolo and it's gone

A freak of the week, tryna get a piece

She better know how the boom stay with the beat

All on the floor, I gotta get this

Shaking that ass and I'm all in her ear sayin'

I'm in the club, gettin' wasted

Drink so much, I can't even taste it

Girls on the floor, I gotta get this

Shaking that ass and I'm all in her ear sayin'

I-I say, DJ, turn the music up

And send another round over to my cup

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

DJ, let the music drop

We goin' all night, make the party rock

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

Yeah, she-she went face down (down

And she went ass up

I seen her gettin' it for free, so I put my money up

But we hit that bar hard

The drinks keep flowin' and flowin'

She make that booty pop

It just keep growing and growing

You know I had to get her

Gotta hit her up on for sure

'Cause ain't nothin' in the world

Better that a drunk and hot girl

That'll break it down, down, down, down, down, down, down

To the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

I-I say, DJ, turn the music up

And send another round over to my cup

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

DJ, let the music drop

We goin' all night, make the party rock

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

Hey, I gotta stunt like it's the first of the month

In the projects, just got paid

DJ, keep it comin', keep on breakin' 'em off

And bring it back just for the hood sake

Still spendin gwap for the women, they fly

Reppin' the bottom, ain't got it no lie

Travel the world in the G4 a lot

Poe boy the family and we get it hot

I got the beat where the music is live

Rock to the beat like my music catch a vibe

Give me that heat till we all feel the fire

I'm in the streets, but the club get me high

Party, get shawty to rock the body

The fellas on the jock, the shades Bugatti

We do it non-stop, get on Bacardi

One-fifty-one and act retarded

DJ, turn the music up

And send another round over to my cup

I wanna feel

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

Feel it

I-I say, DJ, turn the music up

And send another round over to my cup

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

DJ, let the music drop

We goin' all night, make the party rock

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

I wanna feel it

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

DJ

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

DJ

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

DJ

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh

DJ

Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh