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