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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beyoncé
Vocals
Swae Lee
Vocals
Big Freedia
Background Vocals
Matt Doe
Trumpet
Derek Dixie
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
Aaquil Brown
Songwriter
A. Hogan
Songwriter
Beyoncé Knowles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beyoncé
Producer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Pluss
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Arthur Chambazyan
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Y'all haters corny with that
Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly
And my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock
My Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive
So I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole
Make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir
With baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose
With Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money
But they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag
I see it, I want it
I stunt yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard
I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low
Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser (chaser)
Sometimes I go off (I go off)
I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine)
I'm a star (I'm a star)
'Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey)
I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay)
We slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies
Now let's get in formation ('cause I slay)
Okay, ladies
Now let's get in formation ('cause I slay)
Prove to me you got some coordination
('cause I slay)
Slay trick, or you get eliminated (I slay)
When he fuck me good
I take his ass to Red Lobster ('cause I slay)
When he fuck me good
I take his ass to Red Lobster ('cause I slay)
If he hit it right
I might take him on a flight on my chopper
('cause I slay)
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's
Let him shop up ('cause I slay)
I might get your song played on the radio station
('cause I slay)
I might get your song played on the radio station
('cause I slay)
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
('cause I slay)
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
I see it, I want it
I stunt yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard
I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on my haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low
Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off)
I go hard (I go hard)
Take what's mine (take what's mine)
I'm a star (I'm a star)
'Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey)
I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay)
We slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
('cause I slay)
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
('cause I slay)
Prove to me you got some coordination
('cause I slay)
Slay trick, or you get eliminated (I slay)
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
(I slay)
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that bitch
When you 'cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious
Best revenge is your paper
Writer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Asheton Hogan, Michael Williams, Khalif Brown
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