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
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