HEATED
Beyoncé Lyrics


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(Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me)

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 (fan me off like hot, hot, hot)
(Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated (cool it down, hot, hot, hot)
Yeah, yeah (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

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
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 musta mixed up our faces (Uncle, Uncle Jonny)
Oh, now you wanna have conversation (Uncle Jonny)
See how you're testing my patience (Uncle Jonny made this)
Yeah, yeah

I've 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 (fan me off like hot, hot, hot)
(Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated (tip, tip, tip, tippin' on)

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 (I'm hot, hot, hot)
You got me, heated (fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)
Heated (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

Whole lotta reservations
Whole lottta
Whole lotta texting with no conversations
Whole lotta playing victim and the villain at the same time
Whole lotta, huh, money, not a lot of patience
Whole lotta niggas been waitin'
They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it
Panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy (wake up pretty)
You keep playin' with my heart, boy
I'm just as petty as you are (petty, petty, petty, petty, petty)
Only a real man can tame me
Only the radio could play me
Only my baby

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 (fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)
(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 the space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no no no no (fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)
With a waist that wine like this (like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)

Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that wine like this)
Give me face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my Gawd
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mhmm yummy, yummy, yummy, make that bummy eat it
Make a pretty girl talk that shitty
Whiskey 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down, down my pretty
Bad-bad bitch, make a bad bitch glitchy
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
Liberated, livin' like we ain't got time
Yada yada ya, yada yada ya ya
Yada yada yada, boom boom kaka
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 hips, 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 goes 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 Jonny 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
Finger tips go tap, tap, tap
On my MPC makin' disco trap




Uncle Jhnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Beyoncé's song "Heated" talk about the heat of passion and its effects on the singer. She talks about her possessions, reflecting her success and power, and how she is caught up in the heat of the moment. She talks about how her lover tests her patience and how she is just as petty as him. She speaks about the need to cool down and fan herself off before getting too heated.


The use of luxury brands like Chanel, Hermès and Tiffany convey her luxurious lifestyle and how she likes to show off her wealth. These brands symbolize status and exclusivity, and the singer is using them to flaunt her power and success. The lyrics also contain sexual undertones with references to panty and bras and eating.


Beyoncé's voice adds to the sensuality of the song. The rhythm has a Latin feel, with a mix of R&B, pop, and Afro-Caribbean styles. The song ends with a rap that has a modern trap beat. The lyrics reveal the singer's confidence and assertiveness, as she sings about how only a real man can handle her, and how she likes to be tamed.


Line by Line Meaning

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me
I have a lot of money and luxury items on me.


I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool down, heated (fan me off like hot, hot, hot)
I need to cool off, I am feeling overheated.


(Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail) I gotta cool it down, heated (cool it down, hot, hot, hot) Yeah, yeah (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
I need to calm down, I am feeling very hot and bothered like I could get in trouble.


It's been a lot of years Really think you're gettin' one past me? I gotta cool it down, heated You got me, heated Heated, oh
You've been trying to deceive me for a while, but I am onto you and I need to calm down because you are making me very angry.


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 With a waist that whine like this, my love
I am unique as a woman both mentally and physically. I can be independent and give you space when needed while also being attractive with my body.


Only a real one could tame me Only the radio could play me Oh, now you wish I was complacent Boy, you musta mixed up our faces (Uncle, Uncle Jonny) Oh, now you wanna have conversation (Uncle Jonny) See how you're testing my patience (Uncle Jonny made this) Yeah, yeah
Only a strong man can handle me, not someone who expects me to be complacent. You are confusing our identities and trying my patience now that you want to communicate with me.


Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me I gotta cool it down, heated (I'm hot, hot, hot) You got me, heated (fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot) Heated (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
I have a lot of jewelry and luxury items on me and I am feeling very hot and bothered like I could be in trouble.


Whole lotta reservations Whole lottta Whole lotta texting with no conversations Whole lotta playing victim and the villain at the same time Whole lotta, huh, money, not a lot of patience Whole lotta niggas been waitin' They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it
There are a lot of issues causing reservations and lack of communication. I am dealing with people who like to play the victim and use money as power. I have many admirers who are now getting their chance to be with me.


Panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy (wake up pretty) You keep playin' with my heart, boy I'm just as petty as you are (petty, petty, petty, petty, petty)
We can have a physical relationship, but you are hurting me emotionally and I am not above being equally petty.


Only a real man can tame me Only my baby
Only a strong and committed man who is my partner can handle me.


Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors Ten, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that wine like this) Give me face, face, face, face, yah Your face card never declines, my Gawd
I am expertly dancing and showing off my moves on hardwood floors, and I appreciate a man who is confident and assertive.


Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass Dimples on my hips, 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 goes 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 Jonny made my dress That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess Finger tips go tap, tap, tap On my MPC makin' disco trap Uncle Jhnny made my dress
I am enjoying some refreshment while being confident and proud of my body with its beauty marks. I am minding my own business and taking control of my erectile desires. I exude sensuality and I want to be handcuffed and detained. I am wearing my valuable jewelry and wearing a dress designed by my uncle, who is skilled in creating rhythm and upbeat sounds.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Beyonce Knowles

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"Only the radio can play me." Love that line.

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She's lying because Jay Z thinks differently

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The whole part from “Tip Tip Tip” onwards is a whole vibe💆🏾‍♂🤌✨🫶

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My favorite part., I always repeat it.

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