Nicki Minaj – Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé) Lyrics

Feeling Myself

Nicki Minaj (feat. Beyoncé)

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"Feeling Myself." - Nicki Minaj (feat. Beyoncé)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:24 am

Album: The Pinkprint (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 05

Yo, B
They ready
Let's go
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my, feeling my
I'm with some hood girls looking back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card and let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black matted
Bitch never left, but I'm back at it
And I'm feeling myself, jackrabbit
Feeling myself, back off
'Cause I'm feeling myself, jack-off
He be thinking 'bout me when he wacks off
Wax on?
Wax off
Na-Na-Na-National anthem, hats off
Then I curve that **** like a bad toss
Let me get a number 2 with some Mac sauce
'On The Run Tour' with my mask off
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world
World, stop!
Carry on
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek
Pre-Pre-Pretty game always keep them **** on geek
Ridin'-Ridin' through Texas
Feed him for his breakfast
Every time I whip it, I be talking so reckless
He said, "Damn, Nicki, it's tight"
I said, "Yeah, ****, you right"
He said, "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really taking that pipe"
I said, "Yes, daddy, I do, give me brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, ****, teach me
All this learning here is by you"
I'm whipping that work
He digging that work
I got it
36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce, baby
Come get you some of that bounce, baby
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling my
Cooking up that bass
Looking like a kilo
He just want a taste
Bigging up my ego
Smoke it all up
Talkin' 'bout that high-grade
Baby, hold up
I can kill your migraine
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
He getting gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy, but I'm praying for some more snow
Let that ho ho
Le-Le-Let that hoe know
He in love with that coco
Why-Why-Why-Why these bitches don't ever be learning?
You bitches will never get what I be earning
I'm still getting plaques from my records that's urban
Ain't gotta rely on Top 40
I am a rap legend, just go ask the kings of rap
"Who is the queen?" and things of that nature
Look at my finger, that is a glacier
Hits like a laserrrrrrrr (Rrrrrrr)
Drippin' on that work
Trip-Tripping off that Perc'
Flip-Flip-Flipping up my skirt
And I be whipping all that work
Taking trips with all them ki's
Car keys got B's
Stinging with the Queen B
And we be whipping all of that D
'Cause we dope girls, we flawless
We the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers
Only real **** on my call list
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the big kahuna
Go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow (Hahahaha, rrrrrrrr)
You like it, don't ya?
Snitches
Young Money

Writer(s): Onika Maraj, Beyoncé Knowles, Chauncey Hollis, SZA, Odis Flores, Shakur Thomas & Terius "The-Dream" Nash.

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