Fes Taylor - Feeling Myself lyrics

[Fes Taylor] 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 sh**, yeah, straight outta the toilet I'm so fly, I can airport it [Chorus 2X: Flip (Fes Taylor)] 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) [Fes Taylor] 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 [Chorus 2X]