Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself

I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

I'm with some hood girls lookin' 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

And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit

Feelin' myself, back off,

Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off

He be thinking about me when he whacks off

National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss

Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce

On The Run Tour, with my mask off

Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek

Ridin' through Texas, feed 'em for his breakfast

Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless

He said, "Damn, Nicki, it's tight, " I say, "Yeah, nigga, you right."

I say, "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU."

I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you."

He just wanna taste, beggin' up my ego

Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego

Ridin' through Texas (Ridin' through Texas, Ridin' through Texas), smokin' all off

Talkin' bout that high-grade,

Baby, hold up

I can kill your migraine

Ridin' through Texas, Ridin', Ridin' through Texas