Yo B, they ready
Lets go
Feelin myself, Im feelin myself
Im feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my, feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my
Im with some hood girls lookin back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card thatll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but Im back at it
And Im feelin myself, jack rabbit
Feelin myself, back off, cause Im feelin myself, jack off
Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off
Wax on? Wax off
National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off
Im feelin myself, Im feelin myself
Im feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my, feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin 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, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin-ridin through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (uh)
Every time I whip it, I be talkin so reckless
He said, "Damn Nicki its tight, " I say, "Yeah nigga you right"
He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin that pipe"
I say, "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin here is by you"
Im 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
Im feelin myself, Im feelin myself
Im feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my, feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my, feelin myself
Im feelin myself, Im feelin my
Cookin up the base, lookin like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin up my ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego
Ridin through Texas, smokin all off
Talkin bout that high-grade, baby hold up
I can heal your migraine
Bitches aint got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
He gettin gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today Im icy, but Im prayin for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let that ho know, he in love with that coco
Why these bitches dont never be learnin
You bitches will never get what I be earnin
Im still gettin plaques, from my records thats urban
Aint 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 lazer
Trippin on that work, trippin off that purp
Flippin up my skirt and I be whippin all that work
Takin trips with all them kis, car keys got bs
Stingin with the Queen B and we be whippin all that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list
Im the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
You like it dont you? Snitches!
Young money