text: 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 
  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 
  Lemme get a number two, 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 , feed him for his breakfast 
  Everytime I whip it, I be talkin so reckless
  He said Damn, Nicki, its 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
  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 killin my
  Cookin up that base , lookin like a kilo 
  He just wanna taste , biggin up my ego 
  Ridin through Texas 
  Smoke it all off, talkin bout that high-grade
  Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine
  Ridin through Texas 
  Bitches aint got punchlines or flow
  I have both and an empire also
  Keep gettin gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
  Today Im icy, but Im prayin for some more snow
  Let that ho ho, let-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 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 kis, car keys got Bs 
  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
  Im the big kahuna, go let them whores know 
  Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
  Hahaha, Rrrrrrrrrr!
  You like it, dontchyea? Snitches!
  Young Money1.3K