Feelin' Myself

I got a flock of fly women

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

Think a **** lost his pistol how I'm feelin' myself

Feelin' myself, feelin' myself

I make my own damn money

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

You ain't gotta feel me, homie

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

Well, I'm A-town resident, cocky and arrogant

Feelin' myself like I'm off my own medicine

Nuts of a elephant, dope boy stamina

I ain't takin' pictures, I'm too cool for the camera

Flossin' on you **** like a boss, you's a amateur

Blame it on your manager, I run my city

I ain't talkin' marathons, I am not P Diddy

In the coupe, **** do the brown interior

Follow the leader, **** ten steps ahead of ya

Diamonds on my neck sing a song to a ****

Jack me, yeah right, I stay strapped like your coat

I feelin' myself, I tell 'em go, then they go

I got a flock of fly women

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

Think a **** lost his pistol how I'm feelin' myself

Feelin' myself, feelin' myself

I make my own damn money

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

You ain't gotta feel me, homie

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

Get familiar with the style, get familiar with the swag

Get familiar with the pizazz we showin' my ****

Get familiar with the chain flooded loaded in cash

Every car got a stash in the dash

Every chick thick with a ****

First one to blast

Ask question later, fo fo mag

How a **** dress to hater

No mass on the caper

I ain't pressed for paper

Duck investigators

I'm cooler than a fridgerator

Sweeter than a Now and Later

Gang get it poppin', make the haters feel the vapors

Dolla, the hood favorite

That weak **** save it

Feelin' myself, I got the whole block aching

I got a flock of fly women

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

Think a **** lost his pistol how I'm feelin' myself

Feelin' myself, feelin' myself

I make my own damn money

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

You ain't gotta feel me, homie

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

He thank he the sh

He thank he the sh

He thank he the sh

Hell yeah, I do

He thank he the sh

He thank he the sh

He thank he the sh

You was me, you would too, ****

Hey, what you know about goin' out, down south, ballin' out?

DVS all up in the **** mouth

Doors liftin' up, rooftop comin' down

Dolla goin' up, why these hatin' **** comin' down?

Settle down, tell them **** calm down

The prince in the building

Everybody gather round

Got a story to tell about how I feel

My swag, my style, and my goddamn self

'Cause I'm cool

Cooler than a fan

My shoes, my shoes cost a grand

And she choose 'cause **** I'm the man

Better get with a **** that can pop a rubber band

I got a flock of fly women

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

Think a **** lost his pistol how I'm feelin' myself

Feelin' myself, feelin' myself

I make my own damn money

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself

You ain't gotta feel me, homie

I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself