Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beyoncé
Lead Vocals
BEAM
Vocals
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Background Vocals
Tatiana "Tatu" Matthews
Background Vocals
Cadenza
Programming
Kelman Duran
Programming
Calev
Guitar
Stuart White
Drums
Maurice Harris
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beyoncé
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Songwriter
Sean Seaton
Songwriter
Denisia "Blu June" Andrews
Songwriter
Ricky Lawson
Songwriter
Oliver Rodigan
Songwriter
Brittany Coney
Songwriter
Jonathan Yip
Songwriter
Ray Romulus
Songwriter
Jeremy Reeves
Songwriter
Ray Charles McCullough II
Songwriter
Travis Garland
Songwriter
Clarence Coffee Jr
Songwriter
Malcolm McDaniel
Songwriter
Aviel Calev Hirschfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beyoncé
Producer
Cadenza
Co-Producer
Kelman Duran
Additional Producer
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Neenyo
Producer
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Harry Edwards
Additional Producer
Brittany Coney
Recording Engineer
Andrea Roberts
Engineer
Matheus Braz
Assistant Engineer
John Cranfield
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Jahaan Akil Sweet, Malcolm Maurice Daniel, Oliver Sebastian Rodigan, Travis Michael Garland, Aviel Calev Hirschfield, Rupert Thomas Jr., Ray Charles Ii Mccullough, Clarence Bernard Coffee, Brittany Shaelyn Coney, Denisia Andrews, Sean Seaton, Ricky Lawson, Ray Romulus, Jonathan James Yip, Jeremy L. Reeves, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Aubrey Drake Graham, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles
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