Feelin' Myself

chorus I gotta flock of fly women I'm feelin' myself feelin' myself feelin' myself Think a nigga lost his pistal how I'm feelin' myself feelin' myself feelin' myself I make my own damn money I'm feelin' myself feelin myself feelin' myself You ain't gotta feel me homie I'm feelin' myself fellin' myself feelin' myself (end chorus) Well imma A-town resident, cocky and arrogant feelin' myself like I'm off my own medicine nuts of an elephant dope boy stamina I ain't taken pictures I'm too cool for the camera flossin' on you bitches like the boss you'z an amateur blame it on your manager I run my city I ain't talkin marathons I am not P.Diddy in a coupe lookin.....? doo doo brown interior follow the leader 10 steps ahead of ya' diamonds on my neck sing the song to her jack me, yeah right I stay strapped like yo pole I'm feelin' myself I tell them go and they go (chorus) hey get familiar with the style get familiar with the swag get familiar with the pizzazz be showin' my ass get familiar with the chain flooded loaded in cash every car got a stash in the dash every chick thick with an ass first one to blast ask questions later fo fo mag how a nigga adressed the hater no mask on the cape I ain't presses with paper duck investigators I'm cooler than a fridgerater sweeter than a now-n-later gang get it poppin' make the haters fell the vapors dolla the hood faviorite that weak shit shave it feelin' myself I got the whole block achin (chorus) (girl)does he think he da sh** does he think he da sh** dose he think he da sh** (dolla) hell yeah I do (girl) he think he da sh** he think he da sh** he think he da sh** (dolla) if you waz me you would too nigga Ay' whatcha know about goin out down south ballin out DVS all up in the f***in mouth doors liftin up rooftop comin down dolla goin up why these hatin niggas comin down settle down till the b****es calm down the prince in tha buildin' everybody gather round I gotta story to tell about how I feel my swag, my style and my goddamn self 'cause I'm cool, cooler than a fan and my shoes, my shoes cost a grand and she choose 'cause sh** I'm the man better get wit'a b**** that can pop a rubberband (chorus)