Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé)

Yo, B

They ready

Let's go

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my, feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my, feeling my

I'm with some hood girls looking back at it

And a good girl in my tax bracket

Got a black card and 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 I'm back at it

And I'm feeling myself, jackrabbit

Feeling myself, back off

'Cause I'm feeling myself, jack-off

He be thinking 'bout me when he wacks off

Wax on?

Wax off

Na-Na-Na-National anthem, hats off

Then I curve that **** like a bad toss

Let me get a number 2 with some Mac sauce

'On The Run Tour' with my mask off

I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my, feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling 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

Pre-Pre-Pretty game always keep them **** on geek

Ridin'-Ridin' through Texas

Feed him for his breakfast

Every time I whip it, I be talking so reckless

He said, "Damn, Nicki, it's tight"

I said, "Yeah, ****, you right"

He said, "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really taking that pipe"

I said, "Yes, daddy, I do, give me brain like NYU"

I said, "Teach me, ****, teach me

All this learning here is by you"

I'm whipping that work

He digging 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 feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my, feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself

I'm feeling my

Cooking up that bass

Looking like a kilo

He just want a taste

Bigging up my ego

Smoke it all up

Talkin' 'bout that high-grade

Baby, hold up

I can kill your migraine

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow

I have both and an empire also

He getting gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole

Today I'm icy, but I'm praying for some more snow

Let that ho ho

Le-Le-Let that hoe know

He in love with that coco

Why-Why-Why-Why these bitches don't ever be learning?

You bitches will never get what I be earning

I'm still getting 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 laserrrrrrrr (Rrrrrrr)

Drippin' on that work

Trip-Tripping off that Perc'

Flip-Flip-Flipping up my skirt

And I be whipping all that work

Taking trips with all them ki's

Car keys got B's

Stinging with the Queen B

And we be whipping 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 **** 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, bitch is on her fourth flow (Hahahaha, rrrrrrrr)

You like it, don't ya?

Snitches

Young Money