Yo Scotty, mhmm They′re ready, let's go I′m feelin' myself, I'm feelin′ myself I′m feelin' my Feelin′ myself, I'm feelin′ myself I'm feeling my, feelin′ my I'm 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 and a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that let Saks have it, these Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted Mitch never left but I′m back at it, and I'm feelin′ myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off, cause I′m feelin' myself, back off He be thinking about me when he slacks off, wa-wax on? Wax off National anthem, hats off, then I curve that daddy, 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, hey 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 daddies on geek Ri-Ri-Ridin' through Texas, feed ′em for his breakfast Every time I whip it, I be talkin′ so reckless He said "Damn, Mitchy, you tight, " I said "Yeah, daddy, you right." He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really using those pipes" I said "Yes, daddy, I do, but I got brain like NYU." I said "Teach me, daddy, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you", hey Cookin′ up the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, buildin′ up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, uhhh Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also Let that ho ho, let that, let that ho know 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 lazer Rrrrrrrr, Trippin' on that white, uh, trippin′ off that pipe I be 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 that D Cause we dope girls we flawless We the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real daddies on my call list I′m-I'm-I′m I'm The Big Kahuna Go let them whores know Just on this song alone, Mitch is on her fourth flow Rrrrrr, you like it don′t you? Snitches! Ohh, man Subscribe!
Writer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Chauncey Hollis, Nicki Minaj, Odis Flores, Solana Rowe, Shakur Thomas