Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Programming
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Background Vocals
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Guitar
Oliver Rodigan
Oliver Rodigan
Programming
Robert Randolph
Robert Randolph
Pedal Steel Guitar
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Bass
Lemar Carter
Lemar Carter
Drums
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Vocals
Nancy Sinatra
Nancy Sinatra
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Songwriter
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Songwriter
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Songwriter
Oliver Rodigan
Oliver Rodigan
Songwriter
Klara Mkhatshwa Munk-Hansen
Klara Mkhatshwa Munk-Hansen
Songwriter
Anais Marinho
Anais Marinho
Songwriter
Lee Hazlewood
Lee Hazlewood
Songwriter
Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson
Songwriter
Mike Love
Mike Love
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Co-Producer
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Producer
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Additional Producer
Cadenza
Cadenza
Co-Producer
Stuart White
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Matheus Braz
Matheus Braz
Assistant Engineer
Brandon Harding
Brandon Harding
Recording Engineer
Hotae Alexander Jang
Hotae Alexander Jang
Recording Engineer
Patrick Gardner
Patrick Gardner
Assistant Engineer
Danforth Webster
Danforth Webster
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Terena Dawn
Terena Dawn
Assistant Engineer
Garrett Duncan
Garrett Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Conner McFarland
Conner McFarland
Assistant Engineer
Nick Sutton
Nick Sutton
Assistant Engineer
Andrea Roberts
Andrea Roberts
Additional Engineer
John Cranfield
John Cranfield
Additional Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Producer

Lyrics

Hello, girls (hello, Beyoncé) Hello, fellas (you're pretty swell) Those petty ones can't fuck with me (why?) 'Cause I'm a clever girl, we snappin' (Pretty please) toms, please We wanna welcome you to the Beyoncé "Cowboy Carter: Act II," ah In a rodeo chitlin circuit, we gon' make you do what they do, ya-ya Put them hands together We clappin' We drummin' (Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya) oh Oh, ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) oh Ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya (Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ya My family lived and died in America, hm Good ol' USA (good ol' USA), shit Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh History can't be erased, ooh-ooh Are you lookin' for a new America? (America) Are you tired workin' time and a half for half the pay? (Half the pay) ooh, ya-ya I just pray that we don't crash, keep my Bible on the dash We gotta keep the faith Wildfire burnt his house down Insurance ain't gon' pay no Fannie Mae, shit So hold his holster, pour more liquor, please Hard-working man ain't got no money in the bank, huh, the ya-ya Turn off the vinyl and the radio (radio) He can't watch the news nowadays (nowadays), no I just pray that he don't crash, keep this pistol on the dash He gotta keep the faith She's pickin' up good vibrations He's lookin' for sweet sensations Ladies? (Yeah?) Fuck it We shakin' (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) We swimmin' (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) We jerkin' (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) We twerkin' (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) You wanna touch it, don't you? Come get this genie in the bottle (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya) Come rub it, won't ya? I pop it (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) I walk it like I talk it (hoo), I got your spurs sparkin' Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ah Let loose Do what ya do, baby, Good God I don't wanna hear no, "Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya" I got you daydreamin', put your lips on my lips And strum me like a guitar, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la You got me movin', boy, you got me "ooh-in'" You might know what you're doin' (ooh) Put them babies to bed (ooh-ooh) We sweat out the sheets (ooh) Got you up all night and now You don't wanna leave I can soothe your pain, yeah When I'm long gone, you'll call my name, yeah World of wind got you excited It's givin' me the faith I'm pickin' up good vibrations (ooh) He's givin' me sweet sensations (oh) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ah (get down) We gon' bust it down (ya-ya) From Texas (from Texas), to Gary (to Gary) All the way down to New York City (New York City) Give me a kiss, big daddy, you so pretty (so pretty) I got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take them out (Got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take them out) ooh Baby, if you ain't got no grits, get the fuck up out the South (If you ain't got no grits, get the fuck up out the South) hm Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash This pistol in my seat just in case I gotta blast I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast) Ooh I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast) Ooh, we vibratin' And lover boy (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya) You're so fine (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) Ooh, you got me losin' my mind (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya, oh, ya) But you all gotta keep the faith (ooh, ooh-ooh) Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) We gotta keep the faith (uh-huh, ooh, ooh-ooh) (Uh-huh, ooh, uh-huh, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, uh-huh) Ah, vote (uh-huh, ooh, ooh-ooh) Ah, oh, whoa-oh (uh-huh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Writer(s): Beyonce Gisselle Knowles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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