Lemme Get Some

You see I’m livin' cushy, now you wanna try and crack

All pushy, tryna get up in my pussy and smash

Ain’t fuckin’ with them fools and I ain’t cuttin’ them slack

I’m Beyoncé, independent woman, handle that

Don’t stand for that, take him out with the trash

And if he wanna holla, holla harder, holla back

Know Amanda Blank, baby, got a track you should hear

‘Nother fake up Frank all night up in my ear, like

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

No, we’ve never met, and yes, I’ve heard that line

Can I just chill without you gettin' all greedy from behind?

I don’t care what you do, don’t give a fuck what you say

And no, I can’t introduce you to M.I.A

'Cuz, baby, she don’t want you neither

No, my girls don’t wanna meet ya

Breathin' in my face, your voice is gratin' louder than the speakers

I ain't in the biz of bullshit, I ain't with all that

I might be kinda fast, but I ain't easy for a pass

You ain't rubbin' on my ass, and I ain't closin' up your tab

You ain't gonna take me home and think I'm payin' for your cab

Ain't gonna let you crash or let you get up in my stash

I don’t give it up for blow, and I ain't givin' up my cash

I whip a motherfucker's ass just for wastin' my time

All up in my face and personal space with that line

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some

(3, 2, 1...)

That’s not a bag of tricks to bag you wit'

That’s the bag for when I go campin' and shit

I'm slick as the ruler like butter on the roof

And we tryna do roofin' in the rain-snow boots

I'm sayin' don’t say it if you really don’t know it

You a hundred dollars short, so the bank is foreclosin'

See me, I ain't for all the modellin' and posin'

Seen ten of y’all before in the mall purse-totin'

Talkin', jokin', laughin', oh

You comin' to the show then watch I'ma show 'em, show 'em

His face, "Chuck here, let me backstage"

"Where the Cool Kids, girl? I heard them **** gettin' paid"

Ha, funny, no, really, that’s funny

Listen up, Rita ain't raise no dummy

Try your luck, here, boo, you should roll the dice for me

And let the beat ride while I count my money

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)

Lemme get some (you don’t want none)