FES TAYLOR - Feeling Myself lyrics

rate me

Yo, new Ferrari, red Lamborghini parked

Neon lights, see it when it's dark

Knight Rider whip, guaranteed a chick strip

Get inside the whip, see if you can ride the stick

Parking lot pimp, Cam Big Silk

Put me on to the game, and I ain't been the same since

You ain't getting no money, it makes no sense

Picture me struggling, hustling to pay the rent

No, record label budget, I just made a flip

So I get as much money as music on the strip

Look at my kicks, and extra diamonds on my wrist

And I hit up Joe Finest on the hip

We doing big things something like a pre-historic

Bottles of Henny I down 'em like an alcholic

I'm the shit, yeah, straight outta the toilet

I'm so fly, I can airport it

Check how I ride (I'm just, I'm just, feeling myself)

26's on the tire (I got money, they feeling my wealth)

I gotta stay fly (No help, I did it myself)

To the second that I die (These in my pants, I'm just feeling myself)

I'm like, mami let's take a flight, and tell your man

He can take a hike, I throw up peace signs at the break light

My cake right, I stay laced right

Nah, no dust on my clothes, I hit the stage like

Glitter and glamour, what up Lounge Lo?

I still, linger with the hammer that was down in Atlanta

Co-sign me, plus I got 50 backing

So haters real mad, my money really stacking

In it like, chill, say I'm overreacting

Regardless of my future, still know me from back then

Nowadays, glide on 'em, G-5 on 'em

They doing boy scout knots, cut ties on 'em

Birthday cake, see I'm bout to rise on 'em

True religion G's, HF designs on 'em

Fly, fresh, fly, fresh, fly, fresh