Feeling Myself

Yo, B They ready Let's go Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my, feeling my Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket (uh) Got a black card that'll let Saks have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black matted (uh) Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feeling myself, jack rabbit Feeling myself, back off 'Cause I'm feeling myself, jack off (uh) He be thinking about me when he whacks off Wax on? (Wax off) National anthem, hats off Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (uh) Let me get a number two, with some Mac sauce "On The Run Tour" with my mask off I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my, feeling my Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you was when that digital popped I stopped the world Male or female, it make no difference, I stop the world World, stop Carry on Kitty on fleek (oh), pretty on fleek (uh) Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek (oh) Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (uh) Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight" I say, "Yeah nigga you right" (uh) He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that pipe" I said, "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU" (uh) I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me all this learnin' here is by you" (uh) I'm whippin' that work He diggin' that work I got it, 36 of that real Panky full of that bounce, baby Come get you some of that bounce, baby I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my (uh) Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my, feeling my Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my (uh) Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my Cookin' up that base (base), lookin' like a kilo (kilo) He just wanna taste (taste), biggin' up my ego (ego) (Ridin'-ridin' through Texas) ridin'-ridin' through Texas Ridin'-ridin' through Texas Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine (migraine, migraine, migraine) (Ridin'-ridin' through Texas) ridin'-ridin' through Texas Ridin'-ridin' through Texas Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow (in love) I have both and an empire also (in love) Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that ho-ho, let that ho know (he in love) He in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin'? You bitches will never get what I be earnin' (uh) I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban Ain't gotta rely on top 40, I am a rap legend Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that Nature? Look at my finger That is a glacier, hits like a laser (rrr) Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that Perc' Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's (ki's), car keys got B's (uh) Stingin' with the Queen Bey and we be whippin' all of that D 'Cause we dope girls we flawless We the poster girls for all this (uh) We run around with them ballers Only real niggas in my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know (uh) Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow Rrr You like it don't you? Snitches Young Money