Beyoncé - Heated

Capo: 1st fret

[Intro]
Dm

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

Dm Dm
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me
Am G
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
Dm Dm
I gotta cool down (heated, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
Am G Dm
I gotta cool it down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
Dm Dm
It’s been a lot of years, really think you’re getting one past me?
Am G
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
Dm Dm
I gotta cool it down (heated), oh
Am G Dm
You got me (heated), heated, oh

[Verse 1]
Dm Am
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
Am G Dm
To give you space at a time like this, my love
Dm Am
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no
Am G Dm
With a waist that whine like this, my love
Dm Am
Only a real one could tame me
Am G
Only the radio could play me
G Dm
Oh, now you wish I was complacent?
Dm Dm
Boy, you must’ve mixed up our faces
Dm Am
Oh, now you wanna have conversations?
Am G
See how you testing my patience
G Dm
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Dm Dm
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
Am G
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
Dm Dm
I gotta cool down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
Am G Dm
I gotta cool it down (heated, tip, tip, tip, tippin’ on)

Dm Dm
Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me
Am G
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
Dm Dm
I gotta cool it down (heated, I’m hot, hot, hot)
Am G Dm
You got me (heated), heated, oh

[Bridge]
Dm Dm
Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta
Am G
Whole lotta texting with no conversations
Dm
Whole lotta playing victim and a villain at the same time
Am
Whole lotta, yeah, money, not a lot of patience
G G
Whole lotta niggas been waiting
Dm
They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it
Dm Am
Panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy
Am G
You keep playing with my heart, boy
G Dm
I’m just as petty as you are
Dm Am
Only a real man can tame me
Am G
Only the radio could play me
G Dm
Only my baby

[Chorus]
Dm Dm
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
Am G
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
Dm Dm
I gotta cool down (heated, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
Am G Dm
I gotta cool it down (heated), heated

[Verse 2]
Dm Am
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
Am G Dm
To give you the space in a time like this, my love
Dm
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no (fan me off, I’m hot)
Dm
With a waist that whine like this (hot, hot like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)

[Outro]
Dm
Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that whine like it)
Am G
Give me face, face, face, face, yah
G
Your face card never declines, my God (ooh)
Dm Dm
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Dm
Mmh, yummy, yummy, yummy, make a bummy heated
Am
Make a pretty girl talk that shitty
G
Whisky ‘til I’m tipsy, glitter on my kitty (ooh)

Dm
Cool it down, down, down, my pretty
Dm
Ba-bad bitchy, make a bad bitch glitchy
Am
Fine, fine, fi-fine, fi-fine, fine, fine
G
Liberated, living like we ain’t got time
Dm
Yada, yada, yah, yada, yada, yah-yah
Dm
Yada, yada, yada, bom-bom, kah-kah
Am
Blastin’ on that ass, blast on that ass
G
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass

Dm
Fan me off, my wrist goes “click”
Dm
Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits
Am
Drinking my water, minding my biz
G
Monday, I’m overrated, Tuesday, on my dick
Dm
Flip-flop, flippy, flip-flop and ass bitch
Dm
Fan me off, watch my wrist go “click”

Am
Fan me off, I’m hot, hot, hot
G
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Dm
Cuff me, please, ‘cause this ain’t fair
Dm
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Am
Uncle Johnny made my dress
N.C
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess

N.C
Fan me off, I’m hot, hot, hot
N.C
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
N.C
Fingertips go tap, tap, tap
N.C
On my MPC, making disco trap

N.C.
Uncle Johnny made my dress
N.C
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess