Listen to Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé) by Nicki Minaj

Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé)

Nicki Minaj

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Feeling Myself
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Odis Flores
Odis Flores
Songwriter
Solana Rowe
Solana Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Ramon Rivas
Ramon Rivas
Assistant Recording Engineer
Beyoncé Knowles
Beyoncé Knowles
Vocal Producer
Stuart White
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 And a good girl in my tax bracket (ugh) Got a black card that'll let Saks have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black matted (ugh) B-, 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 (ugh) He be thinking about me when he wha- off Wax on? (Wax off) Na-na-national anthem, hats off Then I curve that n-, like a bad toss (ugh) 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 (ooh), pretty on fleek (ugh) Pre-pre-pretty gang always keep them - on geek (ooh) Ridin', ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (ugh, breakfast) Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said, "Damn, Nicki, it's tight" I-I say, "Yeah, n-, you right" (Ugh) He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that -" I said, "Yes, daddy I do, gimme - like NYU" (U, ugh) I said, "Teach me, n-, teach me All this learnin' here is by you" (Uh) 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 (ugh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (ugh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Cookin' up that base (base), lookin' like a kilo (kilo) He just wanna taste (taste), biggin' up my ego (ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego) (Ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas) ridin'-ridin' through Texas Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine (migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine) (Ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas) ridin'-ridin' through Texas B- ain't got punchlines or flow (he in love) I have both and an empire also (in love) Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole (in love) Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that -, let-let-let that - know (he in love) He in love with that coco Why-why-why these - don't never be learnin'? You - will never get what I be earnin' (ugh) 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 Rrr! Drippin' on that work, trip-trippin' off that perc Flip-flip-flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's (ki's), car keys got B's (ugh) 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 (ugh) We run around with them ballers Only real nig- in my call list I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the big kahuna, go let them w- know (ugh) Just on this song alone, b- is on her fourth flow Hahahahahahaha, rrrr! You like it, don't ya? Snitches! Hahahahaha Ah, Young Money
Writer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Chauncey Hollis, Nicki Minaj, Odis Flores, Solana Rowe, Shakur Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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