I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black car that let sax have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black magnet Bitch, 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 Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Whacks off? Wax off National anthem hats off Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2 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 pink, pretty on fleek Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, fearin' 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 say \"damn bae you so little but you been really takin' that pipe\" I say \"yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU\" I said \"teach me, nigga, teach me All this learnin' here is by you\"
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real Hank full of that bounce baby Come get you some of that bounce baby
Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego) Ridin' through Texas, 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' through Texas, ridin' through Texas
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire or so He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that, let that nigga know He in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin' You niggas will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques from my records thats 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 Flippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them hoes know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow