DJ Mustard - Feeling Myself lyrics

[Intro] W-W-W-Willpower Mustard on the beat, ho [Hook: Will.I.Am] 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 chicks in check All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed She give me IQ, that mean she give me head I just give her beats, I don't give her bread Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'mma 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 sh** god dammit You the sh**, you the sh**, you the sh** god dammit You the sh** god dammit, you the sh**, you the sh** [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 line 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 b**h like Shakira 1.5 custom made car Me and Will table looking like the bar I love bad b**hes that's my f**in' problem And I don't give a f** that's my f**in' problem [Verse 2: Will.I.Am] And I don't give a f** 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 cause I do it fly Feelin' f**in' lucky like the f**in' Irish I see the whole game from my third iris I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus [Verse 3: Miley Cyrus] Now everybod trippin' like they poppin' molly Up in the club, is where you'll find me I do it real big never do it tiny If you about that bullsh** please don't remind me I step in this motherf**er just to make it work I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk Shake, shake that sh** like a, like an expert Shake, shake that sh** like a, like an expert [Hook] [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist Women in your dreams sleep in my bed So I don't need your brains I need my a** kissed But all my homies like give me some head Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red Takes 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, n***a 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 [Hook]