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)
I gotta cool it down
(heated), yeah, yeah
It′s been a lot of years, you 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 have 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)
I gotta cool it down
(heated)
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)
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 n- 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)
I gotta cool it down
(heated) heated
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you space in 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, ooh
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, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my God
(ooh, ooh)
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mmh, yummy, yummy, yum, make that bummy heated
Make a pretty girl talk that tishy
Whisky 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down, down, my pretty
Bad, bad gitchy, make the bad-bad 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, bom-bom, kah-kah
Blastin′ on that, blast on that a-
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass
Fan me off, my wrist goes "click"
Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my -
Drinking my water, minding my biz
Monday I'm overrated, Tuesday on my -
Flip-flop, flippy, flip-flop-flop b-
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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