Beyoncé – HEATED Lyrics

HEATED

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"HEATED." - Beyoncé

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 06:00 pm

Album: RENAISSANCE

Track No: 11

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)
It's been a lot of years
Really think you're gettin' one past me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down (Heated)
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, now 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 the villain at the same time
Whole lotta… money
Not a lot of patience
Whole lotta **** 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 can play me
Only my baby (Oh, 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)
Heated
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you the space at 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, hot, hot)
With a waist that whine like this (Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
Tip, tip, tip, on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board
Give me face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my Gawd
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mmm, yummy, yummy, yummy, make the bummy heated
Make a pretty girl talk that shitty
Whiskey till I'm tipsy
Glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down, down my pretty
Bad, bad bitchy make the bad bitch glitchy
Fine, fine, fine-fine, fine-fine, fine, fine
Liberated livin' like we ain't got time
Yadda, yadda, yah, yadda, yadda, yah, yah
Yadda, yadda, yadda, bom, bom, ka, ka
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
Drinkin' my water, mindin' my biz
Monday, I'm overrated
Tuesday, on my dick
Flip, flop, flippy, flip, floppin' 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, makin' disco trap
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess

Writer(s): Beyoncé, Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Jahaan Sweet, Rupert Thomas Jr., Sean Seaton, Denisia "Blu June" Andrews, Brittany "@Chi_Coney" Coney, Ricky Lawson, Oliver Rodigan, Aviel Calev Hirschfield, Jonathan Yip, Ray Romulus, Jeremy Reeves, Ray Charles McCullough II, Travis Garland, Clarence Coffee Jr. & Malcolm McDaniel.

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