Feelin' Myself Letra

I'm feelin' myself
Think that N**** lost his pistol
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I make my own damn money
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
You ain't gotta feel me homie
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself

Well I'm an 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 taking pictures I'm to cool for the camera
Flossin all u bitches like a boss you's a ammature
Blaming on your manager
I run my city
I ain't talking marathons
I am not P. Diddy
In the coupe lookin fine
Do the brown interior
Follow the leader
10 steps ahead of ya
diamonds on my neck
Sing a song to her
Jack me yeah right I stay strapped like your gold
I'm feelin' myself, I tell them go then they go

I got a flock of fine women
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
Think that N**** lost his pistol
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I make my own damn money
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
You ain't gotta feel me homie
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself

Hey get familiar with the style, get familiar with the swag
Get familiar with the pizzazz, I be showing my'
Get familiar with the chains flooding lower than the cash
Every car got a stash in the dash
Every chick thick what it do'..first one to blast
Ask questions later, fo fo man, how a N**** dressed a hater
No mass on the caper, I ain't press for paper
Look investigators
I'm cooler than a fridegerator sweeter than a now n' later
Gang get it poppin make the haters feel the vapors
Dolla are her favorite, that we f****** tave it
Feelin' myself I got the whole block aching

I got a flock of fine women
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
Think that N**** lost his pistol
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I make my own damn money
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
You ain't gotta feel me homie
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself

You is me you were to N****
Hey what you know about going out down south
Balling out, V VS all up in their f***** mouth
Those lifting up, roof top coming down
Dolla going up, while these haters are f****** coming down
Settle down, tell them to f****** calm down
The Prince in the building everybody gather around
Got a story to tell about how I feel
My swag, my style and my and god damn self
Cause I'm cool, cooler than a fan, my shoes
My shoes cost a grand, and she choose
Cause s*** I'm the man better get with her N**** like a poppa rubber band

I got a flock of fine women
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
Think that N**** lost his pistol
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I make my own damn money
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
You ain't gotta feel me homie
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself

(Thanks to Jess for these lyrics)