I gotta flock of fly women

im feelin' myself 

feelin' myself 

feelin' myself



think a nigga lost his pistal

how im feelin' myself 

feelin' myself

feelin' myself



i make my own damn money 

im feelin' myself

feelin myself

feelin' myself



you aint gotta feel me homie

im feelin' myself

fellin' myself

feelin' myself

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well imma A-town resident,

cocky and arrogant

feelin' myself like im off my own medicine

nuts of an elephant

dope boy stamina

i aint taken pictures 

im too cool for the camera

flossin' on you bitches like the boss 

you'z an amature

blame it on your manager

i run my city 

i aint 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

im feelin' myself 

i tell them go and they go



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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 aint presses with paper

duck investigators

im 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

cuz im cool, cooler than a fan

and my shoes, my shoes cost a grand

and she choose cuz sh** im the man

better get wit'a b**** 

that can pop a rubberband



(chorus)