Let's go
Yo, B, they ready
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself
I'm feeling my, feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
And a good girl in my tax bracket
I'm with some hood girls looking back at it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
Got a black card that let Saks have it
My Maybach, black matted
I do balls, Dal Mavericks
And I'm feeling myself, jack rabbit
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
'Cause I'm feeling myself, jack off
Feeling myself, back off
Whacks on? Wax off
When he whacks off
Heard he think about me
Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss
National anthem hats off
With some Mac sauce
Let me get a number 2
With my mask off
On The Run Tour
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my, feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
With that digital drop
Changed the game
I stopped the world
When that digital popped
Know where you was
I stop the world
It make no difference
Male or female
Carry on
World stop
Pretty on fleek
Kitty on pink
Always keep them niggas on geek
Pretty gang
Fearing for his breakfast
Riding through Texas
I be talking so reckless
Every time I whip it
I said yeah, nigga, you right
He said damn, Nicki, it's tight
But you be really taking that pipe
He said damn, bae, you so little
Give me brain like NYU
I said yes, daddy, I do
All this learning here is by you
I said teach me, nigga, teach me
He digging that work
I'm whipping that work
Come get you some of that bounce, baby
Hanky full of that bounce, baby
I got it, 36 of that real
I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my, feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
I'm feeling my
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself
Looking like a kilo
Cooking up the base
Bigging up my ego
He just wanna taste
Riding-Riding through Texas
Riding-Riding through Texas
Riding-Riding through Texas
Talking 'bout that high-grade
Smoking all off
I can heal your migraine
Baby, hold up
Riding-Riding through Texas
Riding-Riding through Texas
Riding-Riding through Texas
Punchlines or flow
Bitches ain't got
And an empire also
I have both
At the North Pole
He getting gifts from Santa Claus
But I'm praying for some more snow
Today I'm icy
Let that ho know
Let that ho, ho
He in love
With that coco
He in love
Don't never be learning?
Why these bitches
What I be earning
You bitches will never get
Ain't gotta rely on top 40
From my records that's urban
I'm still getting plaques
Who is the queen and things of that
Just go ask the kings of rap
I am a rap legend
That is a glacier, hits like a lazer
Nature, look at my finger
Tripping off that purp
Tripping on that work
And I be whipping all that work
Flipping up my skirt
Car keys got B's
Taking trips with all 'em ki's
And we be whipping all that D
Stinging with the Queen Bey
We the poster girls for all this
'Cause we dope girls, we flawless
Only real niggas on my call list
We run around with them ballers
Go let them whores know
I'm the big kahuna
Bitch's on her fourth flow
Just on this song alone
Young Money
You like it, don't you? Snitches
