Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself

[Will.I.Am]
I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
She gave me a cue, that mean she give me head
I just give the beats, I don’t give a bread

[Will.I.Am & Miley Cyrus]
‘Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit, I’m feeling myself
‘Cause I’mma get it all and I’mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit, I’m feeling myself

Look up in the mirror and 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, you the shit

[French Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody know me
Cash me in the club, all the bottles on me
I get a busy like a one line and drop your head, baby, nevermind
We getting money, while you playing with it
Pool in the crib, you can land a water plan in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane, 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, that's my fuckin' problem

[Will.I.Am]
And I don't give a fuck that's my whole mo
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' fuckin' lucky, like the fuckin' 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

[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 ass like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert [Will.I.Am & Miley Cyrus]
I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
She gave me a cue, that mean she give me head
I just give the beats, I don’t give a bread

‘Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit, I’m feeling myself
‘Cause I’mma get it all and I’mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit, I’m feeling myself

Look up in the mirror and 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, you the shit

[Wiz Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in 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, 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, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low, I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

[Will.I.Am & Miley Cyrus]
I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
She gave me a cue, that mean she give me head
I just give the beats, I don’t give a bread

‘Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit, I’m feeling myself
‘Cause I’mma get it all and I’mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit, I’m feeling myself

Look up in the mirror and 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, yes sir