1   Can you feel it?
 Can you feel it?
 Can you feel it?
 [Teddy Riley]
 It's makin' me hot  it's makin' me hot
 It's makin' me hot  yo  yo

 Can you feel it?
 Can you feel it?
 Can you feel it?
 [Teddy Riley]
 It's makin' me hot  it's makin' me hot
 It's makin' me hot  yo  yo

 [Charlie]
 Uh uh uh
 Wanna test my waters? Step in
 Hot  no question  what? Interested?
 Chick blessed in drop
 No less than sick flows
 Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit it
 Cats know I deliver blows, kill hits
 Kill the light switch, I'm barkin' in my CB
 Tight chick with charts in mind
 Hearts in my actress
 Better address me with status
 Ms. and Misses, ya'll who's and what's
 Came in viscious
 Everything I touch, ya'll wanna get it
 Cats wanna hit it, hide when I spit it
 What ya'll do? Did it. Wanna get it?
 Wanna get rich, I'mma show you money
 Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money
 Why you wanna hate me, I don't know you money
 Ya'll cats got late fee's, I don't owe you money
 Ya'll quick to wild out and just blow your money
 Should it stash high, burnin' flashlight
 Girls need to know if you're stuck for money
 Cats get sheisty, I might duck for money
 Let 'em know, you ain't gettin' buck for money
 And tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, what

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 Yo, yo, yo, yo
 Feel me come through hard so ya'll hear me
 Turn back? Never, rap vendetta
 Each letter clever for that cheddar
 Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater
 Don't speak to Heather
 Only fly lady certified Indy, the rest gotta pay me
 Chuck get shady, cats try to play me
 Waggin' Mercedes Benz for the lady
 Me that, so he that, where the keys at?
 Ride through, slide through for feedback
 Like damn, she ballin', damn she that chick
 Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits
 Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin'
 Damn, mad jewels, damn she be spillin'
 Trust, we gon' all ball love ya
 Pop bubbly, I'mma make ya'll love me, uh

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 Yo, yo
 Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song
 Ya'll feel it yet? Killed the whole song
 Haters game raw, ain't nothin' pretty
 Bank head strong so checkbook pretty
 Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes
 Counterfeit fifty's, crooked seams
 Now I play scenes
 Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers
 Stay real stack's back's you faces
 Back to basics, flip rhyme basses
 Chuck goin' lace it, ya'll gon' taste it
 Fresh new face, did it mark my spot
 Mark my "X", park my Lex, watch be 'Lex
 Face forgets nigga, lay some sex
 Flow dough from bitch to hoe, flip the do'
 Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to bitch, nigga

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