Lyrics HEATED - Beyoncé

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (heated, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

It's been a lot of years, really think you're getting one past me?
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down (heated), oh
You got me (heated), heated, oh

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no
With a waist that whine like this, my love

Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish I was complacent?
Boy, you must've mixed up our faces
Oh, now you wanna have conversations?
See how you testing my patience
Yeah, yeah

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down (heated, tip, tip, tip, tippin' on)

Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down (heated, I'm hot, hot, hot)
You got me (heated), heated, oh

Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta
Whole lotta texting with no conversations
Whole lotta playing victim and a villain at the same time
Whole lotta, yeah, money, not a lot of patience
Whole lotta niggas been waiting

They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it
Panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy
You keep playing with my heart, boy
I'm just as petty as you are

Only a real man can tame me
Only the radio could play me
Only my baby

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (heated, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down (heated), heated

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you the space in a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no (fan me off, I'm hot)
With a waist that whine like this (hot, hot like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)

Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that whine like it)
Give me face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my God (ooh)
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mmh, yummy, yummy, yummy, make a bummy heated
Make a pretty girl talk that shitty
Whisky 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty (ooh)

Cool it down, down, down, my pretty
Ba-bad bitchy, make a bad bitch glitchy
Fine, fine, fi-fine, fi-fine, fine, fine
Liberated, living like we ain't got time
Yada, yada, yah, yada, yada, yah-yah
Yada, yada, yada, bom-bom, kah-kah
Blastin' on that ass, blast on that ass
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass

Fan me off, my wrist goes "click"
Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits
Drinking my water, minding my biz
Monday, I'm overrated, Tuesday, on my dick
Flip-flop, flippy, flip-flop and ass bitch
Fan me off, watch my wrist go "click"

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Cuff me, please, 'cause this ain't fair
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Fingertips go tap, tap, tap
On my MPC, making disco trap

Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess