Like my hands in the air
Fingers kiss the sky
Smile on my lips, and I don't know why
I think I'm in love

With myself
I'm in love with myself, I'm in love with myself
I'm in love with myself, I'm in love

Kissing on my mirror
Staring in my eyes
Appreciating every curve and crevice
Smack my thighs

Smack it twice, watch it jiggle
You a bad batch cookie, cream filling in the middle

I'm a very picky girl
And yes you can call me mama
I got an a in self-esteem
So save the drama for Obama

Presidential in my stature
Statuesque and big as hell
If you in love with what you do
Then leave them thirsties by the well

If they talking bout you, let 'em
You they entertainment
Reading you yo rights, just make it rain what they arraignin'

It's raining, it's pouring
Men in they're boring
Hallelujah thanking Jesus he made men so they could please us
All these years been searching for something that would complete me
Who knew that it would be me

I think I'm in love

Okay, this verse is about my best friend, bad as she can be
The only one that's on her level happens to be me
She'll give you a sprinkle, to them flounders bottom feeding
But ween 'em, as quick as she get that peen

And ditch like a queen can
After dinner I like that dessert
But he thirsty like he in the desert
What's worse, give it to him or get my own
Think I'm bout to hit him with that scissor
Cut, print, this scene is done
Nice to know, you all so nice to know
Level son, you on level one
I'm like ding, ding, ding, elevation

All my beautiful, big black beauty girls
Brown paper bag, coke can
Light skin, curly hair
Afro, in the air
Love yourself like nobody else can

Like my hands in the air
Fingers kiss the sky
Smile on my lips, and I don't know why
I think I'm in love

Oh, my God
Bionik, bionik
Iconic, iconic