Feelin' Myself

I got a flock of fly women I'm feelin myself, feelin myself, feelin myself Think a nigga lost his pistol 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, feelin myself, feelin myself Well I'm a 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 takin pictures, I'm too cool for the camera Flossin on you niggaz like a boss, yousa amateur Blame it on your manager. I run my city. I ain't talkin marathons, I am not P. Diddy. In the coupe lookin shitty Doo Doo brown interior Follow the leader nigga, ten steps ahead of ya Diamonds on my neck sing a song to a hoe Jack me right I stay strapped like? I tell em go and they go. I got a flock of fly women I'm feelin myself, feelin myself, feelin myself Think a nigga lost his pistol 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, feelin myself, feelin myself Get familiar with the style Get familiar with the swag Get familiar with the pizzazz, me 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 dress to hater No mass on the caper I ain't pressed for paper Duckin' vestigators I'm cooler than a fridgerator Sweeter than a Now n Later Gang get it poppin' Make the haters feel the vapors Dolla the hood favorite That weak shit save it I'm Feelin' myself I got the whole block achin I got a flock of fly women I'm feelin myself, feelin myself, feelin myself Think a nigga lost his pistol 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, feelin myself, feelin myself He think he the shit He think he the shit He think he the shit Hell yea I do He think he the shit He think he the shit He think he the shit Hell yea, don't you? Eh what you know about goin' out down south ballin' out DVS all up in the niggas mouth Doors liftin' up rooftop comin' down Dolla goin' up why these hatin' niggas comin' down Settle down tell them niggaz calm down The prince in the building Everybody gather round Got a story to tell about how I feel My swag, my style, and my goddamn self Cause I'm cool Cooler than a fan My shoes, my shoes cost a grand She choose cause shit I'm the man Better get with a nigga that can pop a rubber band I got a flock of fly women I'm feelin myself, feelin myself, feelin myself Think a nigga lost his pistol 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, feelin myself, feelin myself