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Feelin' Myself (feat. Miley Cyrus, French Montana, Wiz Khalifa & DJ Mustard)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

will.i.am

Vocals

French Montana

Vocals

Miley Cyrus

Vocals

Wiz Khalifa

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mikely Adam

Songwriter

William Adams

Songwriter

Jean-Baptiste

Songwriter

Cameron Thomaz

Songwriter

Karim Kharbouch

Karim Kharbouch

Songwriter

Dijon McFarlane

Dijon McFarlane

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mustard

Producer

Mikely Adam

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Woo, ayy, w-w-w-willpower

Mustard on the beat, ho

[PreChorus]

I be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib

Dru Hill got somebody sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead

I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

[Chorus]

'Cause we be in the club

Bottles on deck

And God dammit, God dammit

I'm feeling myself

'Cause I'ma get it all

And I'ma throw it up

Like God dammit, God dammit

I'm feeling myself

[Chorus]

Look up in the mirror

The mirror look at me

The mirror be like, baby, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

You the shit, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

You the shit, yessir

[Verse 1]

I be everywhere, everybody know me

Catch me in the club, hundred bottles on me

I get busy like a one line

In the drop getting head, baby, never mind

We gettin' money, why you playing with it?

Pool in the crib, you could land a water plane in it

Slick Rick looking at the mirror

Big Daddy Kane, **** like Shakira

One point five, custom made car

Me and Will table looking like the bar

I love bad, bad that's my, that's my problem

And I don't give a **** that's my, that's my problem

[Verse 2]

And I don't give a ****, that's my whole M.O

I rock the whole globe with no problemo

Been rocking coats since my first demo

And now, I'm banging hoes in the continental

And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride

I open up the doors, suicide

I came from the bottom, the sewer side

I made it to the top cause I do it fly

Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish

I see the whole game from my third iris

I tour the whole world like a dirty pirate

To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

[Verse 3]

Now, everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly

Up in the club is where you find me

I do it real big, never do it tiny

If you 'bout the ****, please don't remind me

I step in this **** just to make it work

I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk

Shake, shake that **** like a, like an expert

Shake, shake that **** like a, like a expert

[PreChorus]

I be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib

Dru Hill, got somebody sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she give head

I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

[Chorus]

'Cause we be in the club

Bottles on deck

And God dammit, God dammit

I'm feeling myself

'Cause I'ma get it all

And I'ma throw it up

Like God dammit, God dammit

I'm feeling myself

[Chorus]

Look up in the mirror

The mirror look at me

The mirror be like, baby, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

You the shit, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

You the shit, yessir

[Bridge]

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist

Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist

Women of your dreams sleep in my bed

So now, I don't need your brains, I need my ass kissed

But all my homies like, "Give me some head"

Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red

Take shots till our chests burn

We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this, let's get it started

The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball

The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star

The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know

The bigger the bank, that's more hoes, ****

And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes

Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road

Real talk and if my fuel get low

I roll up another joint, take a shot and reload, pow

[PreChorus]

I be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib

Dru Hill, got somebody sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she give me head

I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

[Chorus]

'Cause we be in the club

Bottles on deck

And God dammit, God dammit

I'm feeling myself

'Cause I'ma get it all

And I'ma throw it up

Like God dammit, God dammit

I'm feeling myself

[Chorus]

Look up in the mirror

The mirror look at me

The mirror be like, baby, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

You the shit, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

God dammit, you the shit

You the shit, yessir

Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Dijon McFarlane, Jean-Baptiste, Karim Kharbouch, Mikely Adam, William Adams

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