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