[Intro]

(That's Fyre)

[Chorus: Flo Milli]

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Flo Milli shit)

[Verse 1: Flo Milli]

You never dated a chocolate bitch (Pretty)

You want a model bitch off of the internet (Internet)

All that ki-ki-ki'n', I ain't into that

All my mini-me's, I invented that, facts

Long-ass weave flow down my back (Forty inch)

I want a pitcher with a baseball bat (Swing)

Hoes don't like when I talk like that

Please don't bark 'cause Milli bite back

I huff and I puff and I blow shit down (Ooh)

Stand-up bitch, ho, go sit down (Damn)

Put your ear on this coochie, hear this ocean sound (Uh)

I fuck once, boy, you old dick now

You got money 'cause you on dicks

Milli got millies 'cause Milli got hits (I got hits)

You pop pimples, ho, I pop shit

You can talk like this when you really that bitch (Uh, yeah)

[Chorus: Flo Milli & Lola Brooke]

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Uh, uh, uh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lola Brooke & Flo Milli]

Pump your brakes, bitch, 'cause this our weekend

How you feelin' today, Lo? I woke up conceited

Still a hood bitch, catchin' dudes out in Niemans

No discounts for the LV sneezers

Doin' what I want, damn right, can't stop me

Cop me, block me 'cause I ain't let 'em hop me

Steady in his feelings when I catch another body

Gotta be shittin' me, you know I'm cocky

I be on what I'm on, no cap

Send 'em back to the streets where the funds ain't at

I be on what I'm on, no gat

Let the rudy mack up, ayy, bitch can slapped

I heard you don't like me, please don't sis me

Bitch, is you stupid? Stop acting so ditzy

Two bad bitches, ho, is you silly?

Niggas can't pick between me and Flo Milli (Mwah, mwah)

[Chorus: Flo Milli & Maiya The Don]

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Big Don)

[Verse 3: Maiya The Don]

Cocky-ass bitch, I need your neck to put my foot on

If I ain't post, they wouldn't know what to put on

I pop shit just to show you who the biggest

I made a career out of shittin' on bitches (Ha)

I ain't one of them hoes that look better in they pictures (Facts)

Face like a model (What?), body like a stripper (Yeah)

Scary-ass hoes can't look up in the mirror

Diamonds dancin' like Thriller, somebody come get her

You know the name, I'm the motherfuckin' Don (Don)

He like my hair black, so I went blonde

Wack-ass nigga can't ever get close to me

Probably OD if he ever get a dose of me

I like my hair to my ass (Period)

Twenty-five mil' on my lash (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm so cocky (Are you dumb?)

No wonder these bitches don't like me, uh

[Chorus: Flo Milli]

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh