chorus   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   (end chorus)      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      (chorus)      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)