Top Floor Song Lyrics

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?