Songs Lyrics: Beyoncé

HEATED

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