Heated

Intro D#m  A#m 

                                  G# 
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me 



D#m 
    I got a lot of bands, got a lot of ivy on me 
        A#m 
I gotta fan myself off 
        G# 
I gotta fan myself off 
        D#m 
I gotta cool down, heated 
        A#m                  G# 
I gotta cool it down, heated 
D#m 
It's been a lot of years 

You really think you getting' one past me 
        A#m 
I gotta fan myself off 
        G# 
I gotta fan myself off 
        D#m 
I gotta cool it down, heated 
           A#m          G# 
Oh, you got me, heated, heated 



D#m                                             A#m 
    Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no 
                       G#                 D#m 
To give you space at a time likе this, my love 
                                        A#m 
Never mеt a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no, no 
                   G#                 D#m 
With a waist that whine like this, my love 



                      A#m 
Only a real one could tame me 
                      G# 
Only the radio could play me 
                          D#m 
Oh, now you wish I was complacent 

Boy you must've mixed up our faces 
                             A#m 
Oh, now you wanna have conversations 
                       G# 
See how you testing my patience 



D#m 
    Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me 
        A#m 
I gotta fan myself off 
        G# 
I gotta fan myself off 
        D#m 
I gotta cool down, heated 
        A#m                  G# 
I gotta cool it down, heated 
D#m 
    Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me 
        A#m 
I gotta fan myself off 
        G# 
I gotta fan myself off 
        D#m 
I gotta cool it down, heated 
       A#m          G# 
You got me, heated, heated 



D#m 
    Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta 
A#m                                   G# 
    Whole lotta texting with no conversations 
                    D#m 
Whole lotta playing victim and a villain at the same time 
                   A#m 
Whole lotta, yeah, money, not a lot of patience 
                        G# 
Whole lotta niggas been waiting 
               D#m 
They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it 
                                     A#m 
Panty and a bra, we can get evolved, boy 
                                G# 
You keep playing with my heart, boy 
                         D#m 
I'm just as petty as you are 



                    A#m 
Only a real man can tame me 
                      G# 
Only the radio could play me, only my baby, ooh 



D#m 
    Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me 
        A#m 
I gotta fan myself off 
        G# 
I gotta fan myself off 
        D#m 
I gotta cool down, heated 
        A#m                   G# 
I gotta cool it down, heated, heated 



D#m                                             A#m 
    Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no 
                           G#                 D#m 
To give you the space at a time like this, my love 
                                    A#m 
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no 

With a waist that whine like this 



D#m 
Tip, tip, tip on hard wood floors 

Ten, ten, ten across the board 
A#m 
Give me face, face, face, face, face, yah 
     G# 
Your face card never declines my gawd 
D#m 
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it 

Mmmm, yummy, yummy, yummy, make the bummy heated 
A#m 
Make a pretty girl talk that shitty 
 G# 
Whiskey 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty 
D#m 
Cool it down, down, down, my pretty 

B-bad, bad bitchy, make the bad bitch glitchy 
A#m 
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine 
G# 
Liberated livin' like we ain't got time 
D#m 
Yadda, yadda yah, yadda, yadda yah, yah 

Yadda, yadda, yadda, bom, bom, kah, kah 
A#m 
Blastin' on that ass, blast on that ass 
G# 
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass 

Fan me off, my wrist goes click 

D#m 
Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits 

Drinkin' my water, mindin' my biz 
D#m 
Monday, I'm overrated, Tuesday, on my dick 

Flip flop flippy, flip floppin' ass bitch 
D#m 
Fan me off, watch my wrist go quick 

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot 
D#m 
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail 

Cuff me, please, 'cause this ain't fair 
D#m 
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel 

Uncle Johnny made my dress 
D#m 
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess 

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot 
D#m 
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail 

Fingertips go tap, tap, t-tap 
D#m 
On my MPC makin' disco trap 

Uncle Johnny made my dress 

That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess