Feelin' Myself Lyrics: French Montana, Will.I.Am, Miley Cyrus
Feelin' Myself Lyrics
I be everywhere, everybody know me.
Super, super fresh with a dope styling.
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck.
Givenchy keep the chickens in check.
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib.
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed.
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead.
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread.
Chorus
Cus we be in the club,
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself.
Cus I'm gon' get it all,
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself.
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me.
The mirror be like, "Baby, you the shit, god dammit."
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit, god dammit.
You the shit, god dammit, you the shit, you the shit.
Verse 1: French Montana
I be everywhere, everybody know me.
Catch me in the club, hundred bottles on me.
I get busy like a one-liner.
In the drop getting head, baby, never mind.
We gettin' money, why you playing with it?
Pool in the crib, you could land a water plane in it.
Slick Rick looking at the mirror,
Big Daddy Kane, bitch, like Shakira.
1.5 custom-made car,
Me and Will, table looking like the bar.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem.
And I don't give a fuck, that's my fuckin' problem.
Verse 2: Will.I.Am
And I don't give a fuck, that's my whole M.O.
I rock the whole globe with no problemo.
Been rocking coats since my first demo.
And now I'm banging hoes in the continental.
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride.
I open up the doors, suicide.
I came from the bottom, the sewer side.
I made it to the top 'cus I do it fly.
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish.
I see the whole game from my third iris.
I tour the whole world like a dirty pirate,
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus.
Verse 3: Miley Cyrus
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly.
Up in the club is where you can find me.
I do it real big, never do it tiny.
If you about that bullshit, please don't remind me.
I step in this motherfucker just to make it work.
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk.
Shake, shake that shit like an expert.
Shake, shake that shit like an expert.
Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist.
Got a bottle of that thousand-dollar champagne in my fist.
Women of your dreams sleep in my bed,
So I don't need your brains, I need my ass kissed.
But all my homies like, "Give me some head."
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red.
Take shots till our chests burn.
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this, let's get it started.
The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball.
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star.
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know.
The bigger the bank, that's more hoes, nigga.
And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes.
Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road.
Real talk, and if my fuel get low,
I roll up another joint, take a shot, and reload, pow!