Feel It (feat. Theophilus London)

You must be outta your mind

Must be outta your mind

Outta your mind, outta your mind

Are you dumb or you out your mind?

Must be outta your mind

Oh, outta your mind, outta your mind

Roll through the city, you're rolling with me

You're like, "shit man, this car go fast" (Skrrt, skrrt)

Leave the lights low, black windows, you can't see us

Tell that you belong in the dark, you're a star

(Hey)

I know they wish that they ride like me

And your fake friend told you not to rock with me

I think they mad 'cause they not like me

Won't you tell 'em baby girl? (Ain't no stoppin' me)

You know young T skank up a tongue ring

Grip up her backside, back up her bum-bum

Yeah, grip her pompom, get the Ciroc, oh

This a ting lock bro, yeah T and Octo

If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it

Feel it, feel it

If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it

Feel it, feel it

You must be outta your mind

You must be outta your mind

Oh, outta your mind, outta your mind

Are you dumb or you out your mind?

You must be outta your mind

Oh, outta your mind, outta your mind

You got that big ass on the dance floor

Won't you gimme that up, won't you gimme some more?

What is it that you ask for?

Won't you gimme that up, won't you gimme some more?

If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it

Feel it, feel it

If you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it

Feel it, feel it

Yeah, you must be outta your mind

You must be outta your mind

Oh, outta your mind, outta your mind

Are you dumb or you out your mind?

You must be outta your mind

Oh, outta your mind, outta your mind

You got that big ass on the dance floor

Won't you gimme that up, won't you gimme some more?

What is it that you ask for?

Won't you gimme that up, won't you gimme some more?

(You got that big ass on the dance floor)

(What is it that you ask for?)

(Won't you gimme that up, won't you gimme some more?)