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Lyrics: Beyoncé/Aubrey Drake Graham/Matthew Samuels/Jahaan Sweet/Rupert Thomas, Jr./Sean Seaton/Denisia "@Blu June" Andrews/Brittany "@Chi_Coney" Coney/Ricky Lawson/Oliver Rodigan

Composer: Beyoncé/Aubrey Drake Graham/Matthew Samuels/Jahaan Sweet/Rupert Thomas, Jr./Sean Seaton/Denisia "@Blu June" Andrews/Brittany "@Chi_Coney" Coney/Ricky Lawson/Oliver Rodigan

Got a lot of greens, got a lotta of these on me

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of ivy on me

I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off), I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off)

(Fan me off like hot, hot, hot) I gotta cool down, heated (Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)

(Cool it down, hot, hot, hot) I gotta cool it down, heated, yeah, yeah (Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

(Tip, tip, tip) It's been a lot of years, (Tip, tip, tip) really thinking you getting one fast fee?

I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool it down, heated

You got me, heated, oh

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no

To kill space and time like this, my love

Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no

Wanna waste some while like this

My love

Only a real could tame me

Only the radio could play me (Uh)

Oh, now you wish I was complacent (Uh)

Boy, you must've mixed up our faces (Uh, Johnny)

Oh, now you wanna have conversations (Uh, Johnny)

See, now you're testing my patience (Uh, Johnny)

(Fan me off) Got a lot of Benz, got a lot of Chanel on me

I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off), I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off)

(Fanning me off like hot, hot, hot) I gotta cool down, heated (Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

(Tip, tip, tipping on) I gotta cool it down, heated, yeah, yeah (Tip, tip, tipping on)

Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me

I gotta fan myself off (Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany), I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool it down, heated (I'm hot, hot, hot)

You got me (Fanning me off like hot, hot, hot), heated, oh (Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

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 day one, some time on it

Now I wanna flaunt it, panty and a bra, we can get evolved, boy (Wake up pretty)

If you keep playing with my heart, boy, I'm just as petty as you are (Petty, petty, petty, petty)

Only a real man could tame me

Only the radio could play me

Only my baby

Got a lot of Benz, got a lot of Chanel on me

I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off), I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off)

(Fanning me off like hot, hot, hot) 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 space and time like this, my love

Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no (Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)

Would waste a while like this (Coco Chanel, put me up jail)

Tip, tip, tip on hard wood floors

Ten, ten, ten across the board (Would waste a while like this)

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

Eat, yummy, yummy, yum, make that bummy heated

Make a pretty girl felt that shitty

Whisky till I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty (Ooh, ooh)

Cool it down, down, down, my pretty

Bad, bad, bitchy, make a bad bitch, glitchy

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Liberate it, live it like we ain't got time

Yada, yada, ya, yada, yada, ya, ya

Yada, yada, boom, boom, ka, ka

Bouncin' all that ass, bouncin' all that ass

Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass

Fan me off, my whisk goes quick

Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits

Drinkin' my water, mindin' my biz

Monday I'm overrated, Tuesday on my dick

Flip flop flippin', flip floppin' ass bitch

Fan me off, watch my wrist go quick

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 NPC makin' this gold trap

Uncle Johnny made my dress

That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess