Yo B, they ready
Let's go

[Beyoncé]
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

I'm with some hood girls looking back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that 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, jack rabbit
Feeling myself, back off, 'cause I'm feeling myself, jack off
He be thinking about me when he whacks off, wax on? Wax off
National anthem, hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off

[Beyoncé]
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

[Beyoncé]
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
Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek
Riding through Texas, fearing for his breakfast
Every time I whip it, I be talking so reckless
He said "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say "Yeah nigga you right"
He said "Damn, babe, you so little, but you be really taking that pipe"
I said "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learning here is by you"

[Beyoncé]
Uhn! 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

Nicki and Beyoncé]
Cooking up that base, looking like a kilo
He just wanna taste, bigging up my ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Riding through Texas, riding through Texas
Smoke it all off, talking 'bout that high-grade
Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine
(Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine)
Riding through Texas, riding through Texas

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Keep 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, let that ho know, he in love with that coco
Why these bitches don't never 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 laser
Dripping on that work, tripping off that perc
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 Bey and we be whipping 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 in my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

Rrrrrrrrrr!
You like it, don't you? Bitches!
Young Money