Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé)

Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé)

Yo, B
They ready
Let's go

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my

I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
Ain't a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black matted
Bitch never left, but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit

Feelin' myself, back off
'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
He be thinkin' 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 two with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour with my mask off

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm 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' through Texas (Texas)
Feed him for his breakfast
Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless

He said: Damn, Nicki, it's tight
I say: Yeah, nigga, you right
He said: Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe
I said: Yes, daddy, I do
Gimme brain like NYU
I said: Teach me, nigga, teach me
All this learnin' here is by you

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 feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm killin' my

Cookin' up that base (base)
Lookin' like a kilo (kilo)
He just wanna taste (taste)
Biggin' up my ego (ego, ego, ego, ego)
(Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas) ridin' through Texas

Smoke it all off
Talkin' bout that high-grade
Baby, hold up
I can kill your migraine (migraine, migraine, migraine)
(Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas) ridin' through Texas

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
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'
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

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
Car keys got B's
Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all of that D
'Cause we dope girls, we flawless
We the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers
Only real niggas in my call list
I'm the big kahuna
Go let them whores know
Just on this song alone bitch is on her fourth flow

You like it, don't ya? Snitches!
Young Money