It ain't for everybody!
(Uhhhh) Welcome to Hollywood baby
(Take a picture) Uh huh, you coming with? (Let's not even talk about it)
Let's do it (Let's Go!)
I see your jealousy as you're watching
You're watching
It's kinda sexy to me how you're watching (You're watching)
I see your face (I see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to my place)
And let's discuss it (Let's chop it up)
Tonight you'll be a superstar
Come let me sign you up
(Let's get into it)
Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood!
Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (You need that)
Hollywood
You gots to get it
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Do you want it?
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
But you don't need it
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Until do you do, until do you do
Oh oh oh, hey
I see your face (I see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to my place)
And let's discuss it (Let's chop it up)
Tonight you'll be (uh)
A superstar
Come let me sign you up (up, up, up)
Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood
Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (You need that)
Hollywood (come on, come on, come on)
You hear it screamin'
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
The cameras rollin'
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
You're so addictive
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Like Hollywood
Nothing like hollywood
Oh oh oh, hey
And everybody's warning you about it (Oh!)
And once you taste you can't live without it (No, no, no, no!)
Not 'cause you choose to not live without it (Oh!)
It's now a part of you (It's now a part of you)
And everybody warning you about it (Hey!)
And once you taste it, you can't live
Ooh it's the lights (It's the lights, you're blinded by the)
Action! (Action, you need that)
Hollywood (Hollywood)
Ooh it's the lights (Satisfaction, you're blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (So addictive, you need that)
Hollywood (Hey, Hollywood)
Now you wanna be seen as male groupies
Now you've become what you once despised
James Dean, John Belushi
Blow your whole life, tryna' live in the lights
Heroines followin' Marilyn Hoppin'
Over the edges like Janice Joplin
River Phoenix, Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Morrison
All of them ended by Hollywood
I see your face and uh you wanna touch it, yeah
Come to my place and we can discuss it
Hollywood, welcome to Hollywood
Beyonce - HOMECOMING: THE LIVE Album Lyrics
Beyonce - HOMECOMING: THE LIVE Lyrics
- Welcome
- Freedom
- Lift Every Voice and Sing
- Formation
- So Much Damn Swag (Interlude)
- Sorry
- Kitty Kat
- Bow Down
- Diva
- Flawless / Feeling Myself
- Top Off
- Bug a Boo Roll Call (Interlude)
- Party
- Dont Hurt Yourself
- I Care
- Yonc
- Mi Gente
- You Dont Love Me (No No No)
- Hold Up
- Countdown
- Check On It
- Deja Vu
- The Bzzzz Drumline (Interlude)
- Run The World (Girls)
- Lose My Breath
- Say My Name
- Soldier
- Get Me Bodied
- Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)
- Lift Every Voice and Sing (Blues Version)
- Love On Top
- Shining (Thank You)
- Before I Let Go
- I Been On
Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Reginald Perry, Shawn Carter, Schaffer Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Freedom
Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder
Tell the storm I'm new
I'm a wall, come and march on the regular
Painting white flags blue
Lord forgive me, I've been running
Running blind in truth
I'ma rain, I'ma rain on this bitter love
Tell the sweet I'm new
I'm telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away
May the last one burn into flames
Freedom
Freedom
I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin', freedom
Freedom
Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves
I'ma wade, I'ma wave through the waters
Tell the tide, "Don't move"
I'ma riot, I'ma riot through your borders
Call me bulletproof
Lord forgive me, I've been runnin'
Runnin' blind in truth
I'ma wade, I'ma wave through your shallow love
Tell the deep I'm new
I'm telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away
May the last one burn into flames
Freedom
Freedom
I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin', freedom
Freedom
Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves
Ten Hail Marys, I meditate for practice
Channel nine news tell me I'm movin' backwards
Eight blocks left, death is around the corner
Seven misleadin' statements 'bout my persona
Six headlights wavin' in my direction
Five-o askin' me what's in my possession
Yeah I keep runnin', jump in the aqueducts
Fire hydrants and hazardous
Smoke alarms on the back of us
But mama don't cry for me, ride for me
Try for me, live for me
Breathe for me, sing for me
Honestly guidin' me
I could be more than I gotta be
Stole from me, lied to me, nation hypocrisy
Code on me, drive on me
Wicked, my spirit inspired me
Like yeah, open correctional gates in higher desert
Yeah, open our mind as we cast away oppression
Yeah, open the streets and watch our beliefs
And when they carve my name inside the concrete
I pray it forever reads
Freedom
Freedom
I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin', freedom! Freedom! Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves
What you want from me?
Is it truth you seek?
Oh, Father, can you hear me?
What you want from me?
Is it truth you seek?
Oh, Father, can you hear me?
Hear me out
"I had my ups and downs
But I always find the inner strength to pull myself up
I was served lemons, but I made lemonade"
Tell the storm I'm new
I'm a wall, come and march on the regular
Painting white flags blue
Lord forgive me, I've been running
Running blind in truth
I'ma rain, I'ma rain on this bitter love
Tell the sweet I'm new
I'm telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away
May the last one burn into flames
Freedom
Freedom
I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin', freedom
Freedom
Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves
I'ma wade, I'ma wave through the waters
Tell the tide, "Don't move"
I'ma riot, I'ma riot through your borders
Call me bulletproof
Lord forgive me, I've been runnin'
Runnin' blind in truth
I'ma wade, I'ma wave through your shallow love
Tell the deep I'm new
I'm telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away
May the last one burn into flames
Freedom
Freedom
I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin', freedom
Freedom
Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves
Ten Hail Marys, I meditate for practice
Channel nine news tell me I'm movin' backwards
Eight blocks left, death is around the corner
Seven misleadin' statements 'bout my persona
Six headlights wavin' in my direction
Five-o askin' me what's in my possession
Yeah I keep runnin', jump in the aqueducts
Fire hydrants and hazardous
Smoke alarms on the back of us
But mama don't cry for me, ride for me
Try for me, live for me
Breathe for me, sing for me
Honestly guidin' me
I could be more than I gotta be
Stole from me, lied to me, nation hypocrisy
Code on me, drive on me
Wicked, my spirit inspired me
Like yeah, open correctional gates in higher desert
Yeah, open our mind as we cast away oppression
Yeah, open the streets and watch our beliefs
And when they carve my name inside the concrete
I pray it forever reads
Freedom
Freedom
I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin', freedom! Freedom! Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves
What you want from me?
Is it truth you seek?
Oh, Father, can you hear me?
What you want from me?
Is it truth you seek?
Oh, Father, can you hear me?
Hear me out
"I had my ups and downs
But I always find the inner strength to pull myself up
I was served lemons, but I made lemonade"
Writer: Alan Lomax, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Carla Maria Williams, Dean Carlos Mcintosh, Frank Tirado, John A. Lomax, Jonathan Charles Coffer, Kendrick Duckworth, Robert Crenshaw
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lift Every Voice and Sing
Lift every voice and sing (Ah!)
'Til earth and heaven ring (Ah!)
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise (Ah!)
High as the listening skies (Ah!)
Let us march on 'til victory is won
'Til earth and heaven ring (Ah!)
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise (Ah!)
High as the listening skies (Ah!)
Let us march on 'til victory is won
Writer: James Weldon Johnson, John Rosamond Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Formation
[Intro: Messy Mya]
What happened at the New Wil'ins?
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
[Refrain: Beyoncé]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag
[Interlude: Messy Mya + Big Freedia]
Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh, yes, I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes, haha
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh, yes, you besta believe it
[Refrain: Beyoncé]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[Verse: Beyoncé]
When he f*ck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he f*ck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on my haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[Bridge: Beyoncé]
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper
[Outro:]
Girl, I hear some thunder
Golly, look at that water, boy, oh lord
What happened at the New Wil'ins?
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
[Refrain: Beyoncé]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag
[Interlude: Messy Mya + Big Freedia]
Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh, yes, I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes, haha
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh, yes, you besta believe it
[Refrain: Beyoncé]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[Verse: Beyoncé]
When he f*ck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he f*ck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on my haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[Bridge: Beyoncé]
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper
[Outro:]
Girl, I hear some thunder
Golly, look at that water, boy, oh lord
Writer: Asheton Hogan, Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Michael Len Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
So Much Damn Swag (Interlude)
I grew up in eastern Texas
Visiting Prairie View
We rehearsed at T.S.U. for many years in 3rd Ward
And I always dreamed of going to an H.B.C.U.
My college was Destiny's Child
My college was traveling around the world
And life was my teacher
I wanted a black orchestra
I wanted the steppers
I needed the vocalists
I wanted different characters, I didn't want us all doing the same thing
And the amount of swag is just limitless
Like the things that these young people can do
With their bodies and the music they can play
And the drumrolls, and the haircuts and the bodies, and the-
It's just not right, it's just so much damn swag
Visiting Prairie View
We rehearsed at T.S.U. for many years in 3rd Ward
And I always dreamed of going to an H.B.C.U.
My college was Destiny's Child
My college was traveling around the world
And life was my teacher
I wanted a black orchestra
I wanted the steppers
I needed the vocalists
I wanted different characters, I didn't want us all doing the same thing
And the amount of swag is just limitless
Like the things that these young people can do
With their bodies and the music they can play
And the drumrolls, and the haircuts and the bodies, and the-
It's just not right, it's just so much damn swag
Writer: Beyonce Knowles-Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up
Headed to the club, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup
I don't give a f*ck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them f*cking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't f*cking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up
Headed to the club, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup
I don't give a f*ck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them f*cking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't f*cking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
Writer: Rashad Muhammad, Chauncey Hit Boy Hollis, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Diana E.P. Gordon, Sean Melo X Rhoden
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Kitty Kat
You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby, that was a long time ago
I'm not feeling it, I'm not feelin' it
On top of you not callin' me back
You see, I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all o' that
I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think its time to go, let's go little kitty cat
He don't want no mo', let's go little kitty cat
Quite frankly no more givin' it
I'm not feelin' it
It's like we at two places, but different paces
We in trouble but you won't meet me at the bridge
It hurts, it feels deserted
Did you forget where your heart lives?
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body?
Acting like I'm not nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow somewhere I'll be naughty
You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby, that was a long time ago
I'm not feeling it, I'm not feelin' it
On top of you not callin' me back
You see, I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all o' that
I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think it's time to go, let's go little kitty cat
He don't want no mo', let's go little kitty cat
Quite frankly it let me show you how to get there (no more givin'I'm not feelin' it)
Take a left to compassion (lights will be flashin')
Keep straight and you'll see the sun right there
Affection (you're in the wrong direction)
If I get caught, see, it just seems that you don't care
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body
Acting like I'm not nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I'll be naughty
You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby, that was a long time ago
I'm not feeling it, I'm not feelin' it
On top of you not callin' me back
You see, I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all o' that
I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think it's time to go, let's go little kitty cat
He don't want no mo', let's go little kitty cat
Quite frankly no more givin' it
I'm not feelin' it
I'm taking back the things I got from you, you
And that includes my sweet little nooky too, too
Let's go, let's go, let's go little kitty cat (kitty cat)
He don't want you anymore, no
Let's go
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat (kitty cat)
He don't want you anymore, no
Got diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my records
Since sixteen I was coming down ridin' Lexus'
How you gon' neglect this? You is just a hot mess
You can call Tyrone, you ain't gots to lie Craig
What about my body, body?
What about by my body, body?
I'm in the house all alone, you rather go and party?
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body?
Acting like I'm nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think it's time to go
Let's go, little kitty cat
He ain't want no mo'
Let's go little kitty cat
No mo getting' it, I'm not feelin' it
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby, that was a long time ago
I'm not feeling it, I'm not feelin' it
On top of you not callin' me back
You see, I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all o' that
I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think its time to go, let's go little kitty cat
He don't want no mo', let's go little kitty cat
Quite frankly no more givin' it
I'm not feelin' it
It's like we at two places, but different paces
We in trouble but you won't meet me at the bridge
It hurts, it feels deserted
Did you forget where your heart lives?
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body?
Acting like I'm not nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow somewhere I'll be naughty
You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby, that was a long time ago
I'm not feeling it, I'm not feelin' it
On top of you not callin' me back
You see, I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all o' that
I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think it's time to go, let's go little kitty cat
He don't want no mo', let's go little kitty cat
Quite frankly it let me show you how to get there (no more givin'I'm not feelin' it)
Take a left to compassion (lights will be flashin')
Keep straight and you'll see the sun right there
Affection (you're in the wrong direction)
If I get caught, see, it just seems that you don't care
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body
Acting like I'm not nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I'll be naughty
You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby, that was a long time ago
I'm not feeling it, I'm not feelin' it
On top of you not callin' me back
You see, I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all o' that
I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think it's time to go, let's go little kitty cat
He don't want no mo', let's go little kitty cat
Quite frankly no more givin' it
I'm not feelin' it
I'm taking back the things I got from you, you
And that includes my sweet little nooky too, too
Let's go, let's go, let's go little kitty cat (kitty cat)
He don't want you anymore, no
Let's go
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat (kitty cat)
He don't want you anymore, no
Got diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my records
Since sixteen I was coming down ridin' Lexus'
How you gon' neglect this? You is just a hot mess
You can call Tyrone, you ain't gots to lie Craig
What about my body, body?
What about by my body, body?
I'm in the house all alone, you rather go and party?
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body?
Acting like I'm nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
Let's go, let's go little kitty cat
I think it's time to go
Let's go, little kitty cat
He ain't want no mo'
Let's go little kitty cat
No mo getting' it, I'm not feelin' it
Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bow Down
I'm out that H-town, coming, coming down
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H, H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
H-Town vicious, H-H-Town vicious
I'm so crown, bow bow down bitches
I'm out that H-town
Coming, coming down
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H-H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
Rolling high, leather and wood
Keep it trill, that's what good
Kiss my momma, show that love
Pop them bottles in that club
I heard your boo was talking lip
I told my crew, to smack that trick
Smack that trick, smack that trick
Guess what they did, smack that trick
Gold everything, gold ass chain
Gold ass rings, gold ass fangs
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
I'm bigger than life, my name in the lights
I'm the number one chick, ain't need no hype
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on
I remember my baby hair with my dookie braids
Frenchy's, Boudin in the parking lot
Shout out to Willie D
I was in that Willie D video when I was about fourteen, looking crazy
Shout out to Pimp C
You know we used to sneak and listen to that UGK
Didn't do your girl but your sister was alright, damn
In ya homeboy's Caddy last night man, ha ha
Hold up, Texas trill
H-town going down, man
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H, H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
H-Town vicious, H-H-Town vicious
I'm so crown, bow bow down bitches
I'm out that H-town
Coming, coming down
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H-H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
Rolling high, leather and wood
Keep it trill, that's what good
Kiss my momma, show that love
Pop them bottles in that club
I heard your boo was talking lip
I told my crew, to smack that trick
Smack that trick, smack that trick
Guess what they did, smack that trick
Gold everything, gold ass chain
Gold ass rings, gold ass fangs
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
I'm bigger than life, my name in the lights
I'm the number one chick, ain't need no hype
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on
I remember my baby hair with my dookie braids
Frenchy's, Boudin in the parking lot
Shout out to Willie D
I was in that Willie D video when I was about fourteen, looking crazy
Shout out to Pimp C
You know we used to sneak and listen to that UGK
Didn't do your girl but your sister was alright, damn
In ya homeboy's Caddy last night man, ha ha
Hold up, Texas trill
H-town going down, man
Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Chauncey Alexander Hollis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Diva
I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Stop the track, let me state facts
I told you give me a minute and I'll be right back
Fifty million 'round the world and they said that I couldn't get it
I done got so sick and filthy with Benji's I can't spend
How you gon' be talking shit? You act like I just got up in it
Been the number one diva in this game for a minute
I know you read the paper, the one that they call a queen
Every radio 'round the world know me 'cause that's where I be
I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a a diva
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up
Bet he better have a six pack in the cooler
Getting money (money) divas getting money (money)
If you ain't getting money (money)
Then you ain't got nothing for me
Tell me something (tell me something)
Where your boss at? (Where your boss at?)
Where my ladies up in there that like to talk back? (That like to talk back)
I wanna see ya (I can see her)
I'd like to meet ya (I'd like to meet her)
What you said? (Not to me)
She ain't no diva (she ain't no diva)
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Since fifteen in my stilettos, been strutting in this game (game)
"What's your age?" Was the question they asked when I hit the stage (stage)
I'm a diva, best believe her, you see her, she getting paid (paid)
She ain't calling him to greet her, don't need him, her bed's made (made)
This is a stick up, stick up
I need them bags, all that money
We callin' a stick up, stick up
You see them ask, "Where that money?"
All my ladies get it up
I see you, I do the same
Take it to another level
No passengers on my plane
I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
This is a stick up, stick up
I need them bags, all that money
Stick up, stick up
You see them ask, "Where that money?"
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Stop the track, let me state facts
I told you give me a minute and I'll be right back
Fifty million 'round the world and they said that I couldn't get it
I done got so sick and filthy with Benji's I can't spend
How you gon' be talking shit? You act like I just got up in it
Been the number one diva in this game for a minute
I know you read the paper, the one that they call a queen
Every radio 'round the world know me 'cause that's where I be
I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a a diva
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up
Bet he better have a six pack in the cooler
Getting money (money) divas getting money (money)
If you ain't getting money (money)
Then you ain't got nothing for me
Tell me something (tell me something)
Where your boss at? (Where your boss at?)
Where my ladies up in there that like to talk back? (That like to talk back)
I wanna see ya (I can see her)
I'd like to meet ya (I'd like to meet her)
What you said? (Not to me)
She ain't no diva (she ain't no diva)
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Since fifteen in my stilettos, been strutting in this game (game)
"What's your age?" Was the question they asked when I hit the stage (stage)
I'm a diva, best believe her, you see her, she getting paid (paid)
She ain't calling him to greet her, don't need him, her bed's made (made)
This is a stick up, stick up
I need them bags, all that money
We callin' a stick up, stick up
You see them ask, "Where that money?"
All my ladies get it up
I see you, I do the same
Take it to another level
No passengers on my plane
I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
This is a stick up, stick up
I need them bags, all that money
Stick up, stick up
You see them ask, "Where that money?"
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva (hey)
Writer: Shondrae L Crawford, Beyonce Knowles, Sean Garrett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Flawless / Feeling Myself
(Crown)
(Goddamn)
I, I woke, woke, I woke up like
(I woke up, I woke up, woke up with the crown)
(Candy on the ground)
(Woke, woke up with the crown)
(Crown)
Dum-da-de-da (Right, right)
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, ah
(Com-Com-Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)
(Right)
(Right, right)
It's that Yoncé, that Yoncé
In that lingerie and that chardonnay
Scoring touchdowns on your runway
I'm Texas forever, like Bun B
And I'm Redboned yo
I'm really rit' like Donjae
I'm camo in here yo
These thots can't clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy, you know I look good as f*ck
Wish I was your baby momma
You can come around and give me good karma
But no, we escalating, up in this bitch, like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on the elevator
Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister told me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine
I'm flawless
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on the
You wake up (Flawless), post up (Flawless)
Ridin' round in it (Flawless), flossin' on that (Flawless)
These diamonds (Flawless), my diamonds (Flawless)
This rock (Flawless), my Roc (Flawless), sing
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies, tell 'em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, twins, tell 'em
Say "I look so good tonight" (Hey)
Goddamn, Goddamn
Say "I look so good tonight"
Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn
How y'all feeling?
Coachella, how did you wake up this morning?
Ha, woke up and niggas looking like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Alright, I want y'all to repeat after me
I'm feeling myself, sing it
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
(I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my)
I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
(I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my)
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you are when that digital popped
I stop the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world, stop
(Goddamn)
I, I woke, woke, I woke up like
(I woke up, I woke up, woke up with the crown)
(Candy on the ground)
(Woke, woke up with the crown)
(Crown)
Dum-da-de-da (Right, right)
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, ah
(Com-Com-Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)
(Right)
(Right, right)
It's that Yoncé, that Yoncé
In that lingerie and that chardonnay
Scoring touchdowns on your runway
I'm Texas forever, like Bun B
And I'm Redboned yo
I'm really rit' like Donjae
I'm camo in here yo
These thots can't clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy, you know I look good as f*ck
Wish I was your baby momma
You can come around and give me good karma
But no, we escalating, up in this bitch, like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on the elevator
Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister told me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine
I'm flawless
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on the
You wake up (Flawless), post up (Flawless)
Ridin' round in it (Flawless), flossin' on that (Flawless)
These diamonds (Flawless), my diamonds (Flawless)
This rock (Flawless), my Roc (Flawless), sing
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies, tell 'em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, twins, tell 'em
Say "I look so good tonight" (Hey)
Goddamn, Goddamn
Say "I look so good tonight"
Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn
How y'all feeling?
Coachella, how did you wake up this morning?
Ha, woke up and niggas looking like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Alright, I want y'all to repeat after me
I'm feeling myself, sing it
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
(I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my)
I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
(I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my)
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you are when that digital popped
I stop the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world, stop
Writer: Chauncey Alexander Hollis, Terius Nash, Beyonce Knowles, Rashad Muhammad, Raymond Deandre Martin, Nicki Minaj, Shakur Thomas, Odis Flores, Solana I Rowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Top Off
Ah, all that shit real too, ahh
I ain't gon' stop
I see the
I'm ain't gon' stop
I'm ain't, haha
We The Best Music
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
Another one
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach
DJ Khaled!
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, oh
I took the top off the Maybach, ah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, ain't gon' stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, f*ck these cops (rrt, rrt)
V12, see ya, 12 (bye)
I do the whole dash with no seatbelt
Screamin', "Free my nigga, Meek Mill"
Niggas can't wheelie in this free world
Meanwhile Georgie Porgie sinnin' and sendin' me threats
Save your breath, you couldn't beat a flight of steps
Try that shit with a grown man
I'll kill that f*ckboy with my own hand
And hop back in the coupe (woo, woo)
Let's go back to the mud, I hop right out the suit
Save all that woopty woop
Let's let the money talk, let the Uzi shoot
No jewels in this Patek Philippe
It's complicated, three million apiece
Sheesh, that's how we do time
Dujac by the mag, that's how we do wine
$91,000 for a wine bill
Keep it real with you, that was Juan's bill
My whole team ball
Everybody's a star but the team ball
'61 with the thing off
Me and Blue havin' a sing off
That's a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second-hand store
That's a vintage piece
Kind that make haters kiss their teeth, you can't buy this new
I had the 'Bach-bach-bach you know how I do
Two-tone with the powder blue (woo)
Realest shit to come out the stu'
Khaled is valid, every word is true
What these niggas gon' do without us, dude?
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, rrt
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach
I chopped the top off, you notice
Ridin' 'round town with the FLOTUS
1.5 for the Landaulet
Bey, put these f*ckboys on notice (f*ckboys on notice)
I'm the only lady here, still the realest nigga in the room
I break the internet, top two and I ain't number two
My body, my ice, my cash, all real, I'm a triple threat
F*ck it up and then leave, come back, f*ck it up and leave again
Top off the coupe and it look like Freaknik
In the hood, hollerin', "Free Meek"
Two deep, it's just me and JAY
Just posted in them courtside seats
Woo! I'm like "hol' up"
Woo! I might roll up
If they're tryna party with the queen
They gon' have to sign a non-disclosure, ayy
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach (ain't gon' stop)
I took the top off the Maybach (rah)
I took the top off the Maybach (woo, woo)
Ayy, I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
Ooh-ooh, ooh, it's glittery, glittery
Ooh-ooh, it's pricey, pricey
Ooh-ooh, 1.5
Ooh-ooh, I'm hyphy, I'm hyphy
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, rrt, f*ck these cops (rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)
We The Best Music
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off
Roc Nation
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off, ooh-ooh
I ain't gon' stop
I see the
I'm ain't gon' stop
I'm ain't, haha
We The Best Music
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
Another one
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach
DJ Khaled!
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, oh
I took the top off the Maybach, ah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, ain't gon' stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, f*ck these cops (rrt, rrt)
V12, see ya, 12 (bye)
I do the whole dash with no seatbelt
Screamin', "Free my nigga, Meek Mill"
Niggas can't wheelie in this free world
Meanwhile Georgie Porgie sinnin' and sendin' me threats
Save your breath, you couldn't beat a flight of steps
Try that shit with a grown man
I'll kill that f*ckboy with my own hand
And hop back in the coupe (woo, woo)
Let's go back to the mud, I hop right out the suit
Save all that woopty woop
Let's let the money talk, let the Uzi shoot
No jewels in this Patek Philippe
It's complicated, three million apiece
Sheesh, that's how we do time
Dujac by the mag, that's how we do wine
$91,000 for a wine bill
Keep it real with you, that was Juan's bill
My whole team ball
Everybody's a star but the team ball
'61 with the thing off
Me and Blue havin' a sing off
That's a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second-hand store
That's a vintage piece
Kind that make haters kiss their teeth, you can't buy this new
I had the 'Bach-bach-bach you know how I do
Two-tone with the powder blue (woo)
Realest shit to come out the stu'
Khaled is valid, every word is true
What these niggas gon' do without us, dude?
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, rrt
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach
I chopped the top off, you notice
Ridin' 'round town with the FLOTUS
1.5 for the Landaulet
Bey, put these f*ckboys on notice (f*ckboys on notice)
I'm the only lady here, still the realest nigga in the room
I break the internet, top two and I ain't number two
My body, my ice, my cash, all real, I'm a triple threat
F*ck it up and then leave, come back, f*ck it up and leave again
Top off the coupe and it look like Freaknik
In the hood, hollerin', "Free Meek"
Two deep, it's just me and JAY
Just posted in them courtside seats
Woo! I'm like "hol' up"
Woo! I might roll up
If they're tryna party with the queen
They gon' have to sign a non-disclosure, ayy
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach (ain't gon' stop)
I took the top off the Maybach (rah)
I took the top off the Maybach (woo, woo)
Ayy, I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
Ooh-ooh, ooh, it's glittery, glittery
Ooh-ooh, it's pricey, pricey
Ooh-ooh, 1.5
Ooh-ooh, I'm hyphy, I'm hyphy
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, rrt, f*ck these cops (rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)
We The Best Music
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off
Roc Nation
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off, ooh-ooh
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Joe Zarillo, Khaled Khaled, Shawn Carter, Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bug a Boo Roll Call (Interlude)
I'm Bug a Boo Daddy
AKA me, myself
Yo, let's take a quick pic bro, come on, come on, come on
And I
I'm Bug a Boo up-grade-you (Cha ching)
Also known as shinin', shinin', shinin', shinin', yeah (Shinin', yeah)
I'm Bug a, I'm Bug a Boo Sweet Dreams
Also known as Blow
I'm Bug a Boo Disappear
Also known as Ave Marie
I'm Bug a Boo Rocket
Also known as "If I Were a Boy"
I'm Bug a Boo We Gotta Work It Out, hey
Also known as we like to party
Hey, hey, hey, let's go, huh
Bug a Boo, huh
All together now
AKA me, myself
Yo, let's take a quick pic bro, come on, come on, come on
And I
I'm Bug a Boo up-grade-you (Cha ching)
Also known as shinin', shinin', shinin', shinin', yeah (Shinin', yeah)
I'm Bug a, I'm Bug a Boo Sweet Dreams
Also known as Blow
I'm Bug a Boo Disappear
Also known as Ave Marie
I'm Bug a Boo Rocket
Also known as "If I Were a Boy"
I'm Bug a Boo We Gotta Work It Out, hey
Also known as we like to party
Hey, hey, hey, let's go, huh
Bug a Boo, huh
All together now
Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Burt Bacharach, Jahron Brathwaite, Ingrid Burley, Shawn Carter, Hal David, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Ian Dench, Amanda Ghost, Makeba Riddick, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Mikkel Eriksen, Khaled Mohamed Khaled, Tor Hermansen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Party
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, ooh
We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, ooh
You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
I may be young, but I'm ready
To give you all my love
I told my girls you can get it
Don't slow it down, just let it go
So in love
I'll give it all away
Just don't tell nobody tomorrow
So tonight
I'll do it every way
Speakers knockin' 'til the morning light
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party, party, hey)
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party)
'Cause we like to party
Your touch is driving me crazy
I can't explain the way I feel
Top down with the radio on
And the night belongs to us
Just hold me close, don't let me go
So in love
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they talking tomorrow
'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh
That I give you everything
Music knockin' 'til the morning light (hey)
'Cause we like to party (hey, uh)
We out in Abu Dhabi, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we just ride Bugatti
Bad chick, shawty, sorta resemble Sade
Imported her in from Raleigh
And pulled up into the valet
The boy dropped the keys tryna sneak-a-peek at that body
See this that time of the week, she like to freak-a-leak and get naughty
Therefore I like to thank God and Ice Cube for Friday
'Cause la-di-da-di ('cause we like to party)
So in love (hey)
I'll give it all away
Just don't tell nobody tomorrow
'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh
That I give you everything
Music knockin' 'til the morning light
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party, party, hey)
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party, party, hey)
'Cause we like to party
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, ooh
We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, ooh
You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, ooh
You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
I may be young, but I'm ready
To give you all my love
I told my girls you can get it
Don't slow it down, just let it go
So in love
I'll give it all away
Just don't tell nobody tomorrow
So tonight
I'll do it every way
Speakers knockin' 'til the morning light
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party, party, hey)
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party)
'Cause we like to party
Your touch is driving me crazy
I can't explain the way I feel
Top down with the radio on
And the night belongs to us
Just hold me close, don't let me go
So in love
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they talking tomorrow
'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh
That I give you everything
Music knockin' 'til the morning light (hey)
'Cause we like to party (hey, uh)
We out in Abu Dhabi, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we just ride Bugatti
Bad chick, shawty, sorta resemble Sade
Imported her in from Raleigh
And pulled up into the valet
The boy dropped the keys tryna sneak-a-peek at that body
See this that time of the week, she like to freak-a-leak and get naughty
Therefore I like to thank God and Ice Cube for Friday
'Cause la-di-da-di ('cause we like to party)
So in love (hey)
I'll give it all away
Just don't tell nobody tomorrow
'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh
That I give you everything
Music knockin' 'til the morning light
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party, party, hey)
'Cause we like to party
(I don't know what y'all do)
Hey, hey, hey (but we like to party, we like to party)
Hey, hey, hey (I don't know what y'all do, but we like to party)
(Party, party, party, hey)
'Cause we like to party
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, ooh
We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, ooh
You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh
Writer: Andre Benjamin, Beyonce Knowles, Dexter Mills, Douglas Davis, Jeffrey Bhasker, Kanye West, Ricky Walters
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dont Hurt Yourself
Oh la la la
Don't hurt yourself
Who the f*ck do you think I is?
You ain't married to no average bitch boy
You can watch my fat ass twist boy
As I bounce to the next dick boy
And keep your money, I got my own
Get a bigger smile on my face, being alone
Bad motherf*cker, God complex
Motivate your ass call me Malcom X
Yo operator, or innovator
F*ck you hater, you can't recreate her no
You'll never recreate her no, hero
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be baby
You just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
When you diss me, you diss yourself
Don't hurt yourself
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself, don't hurt yourself
When you love me, you love yourself
Love God herself
I am the dragon breathing fire
Beautiful mane I'm the lion
Beautiful man I know you're lying
I am not broken, I'm not crying, I'm not crying
You ain't trying hard enough
You ain't loving hard enough
You don't love me deep enough
We not reaching feats enough
Blindly in love, I f*cks with you
'Til I realize, I'm just too much for you
I'm just too much for you
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be baby
Hey baby, who the f*ck do you think I is?
I smell that fragrance on your Louis V boy
Just give my fat ass a big kiss boy
Tonight I'm f*cking up all your shit boy
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
Try not to hurt yourself
When you play me, you play yourself
Don't play yourself
When you lie to me, you lie to yourself
You only lying to yourself
When you love me, you love yourself
Love God herself
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be baby
Uh, this is your final warning
You know I give you life
If you try this shit again
You gon lose your wife
Don't hurt yourself
Who the f*ck do you think I is?
You ain't married to no average bitch boy
You can watch my fat ass twist boy
As I bounce to the next dick boy
And keep your money, I got my own
Get a bigger smile on my face, being alone
Bad motherf*cker, God complex
Motivate your ass call me Malcom X
Yo operator, or innovator
F*ck you hater, you can't recreate her no
You'll never recreate her no, hero
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be baby
You just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
When you diss me, you diss yourself
Don't hurt yourself
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself, don't hurt yourself
When you love me, you love yourself
Love God herself
I am the dragon breathing fire
Beautiful mane I'm the lion
Beautiful man I know you're lying
I am not broken, I'm not crying, I'm not crying
You ain't trying hard enough
You ain't loving hard enough
You don't love me deep enough
We not reaching feats enough
Blindly in love, I f*cks with you
'Til I realize, I'm just too much for you
I'm just too much for you
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be baby
Hey baby, who the f*ck do you think I is?
I smell that fragrance on your Louis V boy
Just give my fat ass a big kiss boy
Tonight I'm f*cking up all your shit boy
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
Try not to hurt yourself
When you play me, you play yourself
Don't play yourself
When you lie to me, you lie to yourself
You only lying to yourself
When you love me, you love yourself
Love God herself
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be baby
Uh, this is your final warning
You know I give you life
If you try this shit again
You gon lose your wife
Writer: Jack White, John Bonham, Robert Anthony Plant, James Patrick Page, John Paul Jones, Diana E.P. Gordon, Beyonce Giselle Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
I Care
I told you how you hurt me, baby
But you don't care
Now I'm crying and deserted, baby
But you don't care
Ain't nobody tell me this is love
When you're immune to all my pain
I need you to tell me this is love
You don't care?
Well, that's okay
Well, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Oh, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Ever since you knew your power, you made me cry
And now every time our love goes sour
You can't sympathize
You see these tears falling down to my ears
I swear, you like when I'm in pain
I try to tell you all my fears
You still don't care?
That's okay
Listen
Well, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Oh, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Boy, maybe if you cared enough
I wouldn't have to care so much
What happened to our trust?
Now you're just given up
You used to be so in love
Now you don't care no more
Well, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Oh, I care
I still care, baby
I still care
I still care
But you don't care
Now I'm crying and deserted, baby
But you don't care
Ain't nobody tell me this is love
When you're immune to all my pain
I need you to tell me this is love
You don't care?
Well, that's okay
Well, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Oh, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Ever since you knew your power, you made me cry
And now every time our love goes sour
You can't sympathize
You see these tears falling down to my ears
I swear, you like when I'm in pain
I try to tell you all my fears
You still don't care?
That's okay
Listen
Well, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Oh, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Boy, maybe if you cared enough
I wouldn't have to care so much
What happened to our trust?
Now you're just given up
You used to be so in love
Now you don't care no more
Well, I care
I know you don't care too much
But I still care, baby
Oh, I care
I still care, baby
I still care
I still care
Writer: Jeff Bhasker, Beyonce Knowles, Chad Hugo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Yonc
See me up in the club with fifty-eleven girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low
Every girl in here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how it's lookin' babe
Drop the bass mane, the bass get lower
Radio say "speed it up', I just go slower
High like treble, pumping on the mids
The man ain't never seen a booty like this
So why you think ya keep my name rolling off the tongue?
'Cause when he wanna smash I just write another one
I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low
Every girl in here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how it's lookin' babe
Drop the bass mane, the bass get lower
Radio say "speed it up', I just go slower
High like treble, pumping on the mids
The man ain't never seen a booty like this
So why you think ya keep my name rolling off the tongue?
'Cause when he wanna smash I just write another one
I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Mi Gente
Si el ritmo te lleva a mover la cabeza ya empezamos cómo es
Mi música no discrimina a nadie así que vamos a romper
Con lo mío todos se mueven
La fiesta la llevo en mis genes
Yo soy la reina de los nenes
Mi gente no se detiene, aquí nadie se quiere ir
Si el ritmo está en tu cabeza
Ahora suéltate y mueve los pies
Me encanta cuando el bajo suena
Empezamos a subir de nivel
Toda mi gente se mueve
La fiesta la llevo en mis genes
Yo soy la reina de los nenes
Mi música los tiene fuerte bailando y se baila así (let go)
Tamo' rompiendo la discoteca
La fiesta no para, apenas comienza
(Eh) C'est comme-ci, (eh) c'est comme-ça
(Eh) Ma chèrie, la-la-la-la-la
Francia, Colombia, Houston (freeze)
J Balvin, Willy William, Beyoncé (freeze)
Los DJ's no mienten, le gusta a mi gente y eso se fue mundial (freeze)
No le bajamos, más nunca paramos, es otro palo y blam
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Mais fais bouger la tête
Azul, are you with me?
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo' (ay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He say my body stay wetter than the ocean
And he say that Creole in my body is like a potion
I can be a beast or I can give you emotion
But please don't question my devotion
I been giving birth on these haters 'cause I'm fertile
See these double Cs on this bag, murda
Want my double Ds in his bed, Serta
If you really love me make an album about me, word up
Soon as I walk in
Boys start they talkin'
Right as that booty sway (freeze)
Slay
Lift up your people
From Texas, Puerto Rico
Dem' islands to México (freeze)
¿Y dónde está mi gente? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mais fais bouger la tête (yeah, yeah, yeah)
¿Y dónde está mi gente? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo' (ay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
De esquina a esquina, de ahí nos vamo' (de ahí no' vamo')
El mundo es grande pero lo tengo en mi' manos (eh)
Estoy muy duro, sí, okey, ahí vamos (oh)
Y con el tiempo nos seguimos elevando
Que seguimos rompiendo aquí
Esta fiesta no tiene fin
Botellas para arriba, sí
Mi gente no se detiene, aquí nadie se quiere ir
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Mais fais bouger la tête
Azul, are you with me?
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo' (oh, yes, I am)
Worldwide
Willy William
J Balvin, man
Ajá
Ajá
Ajá
Ajá
Mi música no discrimina a nadie así que vamos a romper
Con lo mío todos se mueven
La fiesta la llevo en mis genes
Yo soy la reina de los nenes
Mi gente no se detiene, aquí nadie se quiere ir
Si el ritmo está en tu cabeza
Ahora suéltate y mueve los pies
Me encanta cuando el bajo suena
Empezamos a subir de nivel
Toda mi gente se mueve
La fiesta la llevo en mis genes
Yo soy la reina de los nenes
Mi música los tiene fuerte bailando y se baila así (let go)
Tamo' rompiendo la discoteca
La fiesta no para, apenas comienza
(Eh) C'est comme-ci, (eh) c'est comme-ça
(Eh) Ma chèrie, la-la-la-la-la
Francia, Colombia, Houston (freeze)
J Balvin, Willy William, Beyoncé (freeze)
Los DJ's no mienten, le gusta a mi gente y eso se fue mundial (freeze)
No le bajamos, más nunca paramos, es otro palo y blam
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Mais fais bouger la tête
Azul, are you with me?
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo' (ay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He say my body stay wetter than the ocean
And he say that Creole in my body is like a potion
I can be a beast or I can give you emotion
But please don't question my devotion
I been giving birth on these haters 'cause I'm fertile
See these double Cs on this bag, murda
Want my double Ds in his bed, Serta
If you really love me make an album about me, word up
Soon as I walk in
Boys start they talkin'
Right as that booty sway (freeze)
Slay
Lift up your people
From Texas, Puerto Rico
Dem' islands to México (freeze)
¿Y dónde está mi gente? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mais fais bouger la tête (yeah, yeah, yeah)
¿Y dónde está mi gente? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo' (ay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
De esquina a esquina, de ahí nos vamo' (de ahí no' vamo')
El mundo es grande pero lo tengo en mi' manos (eh)
Estoy muy duro, sí, okey, ahí vamos (oh)
Y con el tiempo nos seguimos elevando
Que seguimos rompiendo aquí
Esta fiesta no tiene fin
Botellas para arriba, sí
Mi gente no se detiene, aquí nadie se quiere ir
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Mais fais bouger la tête
Azul, are you with me?
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo' (oh, yes, I am)
Worldwide
Willy William
J Balvin, man
Ajá
Ajá
Ajá
Ajá
Writer: Alejandro Ramirez, Andres David Restrepo Echavarria, Ashadally Adam, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Jose Alvaro Osorio Balvin, Mohombi Nzasi Moupondo, Terius Youngdell Nash, Willy William
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
You Dont Love Me (No No No)
[Sean Paul]
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll
[Beyoncé]
No, no, no (No, no, no)
You don't love me
This I know, boy (This I know, boy)
The people, the people (This I know, boy)
The people
No, no, no (No, no, no)
You don't love me
This I know, boy (This I know, boy)
The people, the people (This I know, boy)
The people, the people
If you ask me, baby
I'll do anything you say you, boy
I'm talking to you
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll, dutty, we'll
Dutty, we'll
[Beyoncé]
No, no, no (No, no, no)
You don't love me
This I know, boy (This I know, boy)
The people, the people (This I know, boy)
The people
No, no, no (No, no, no)
You don't love me
This I know, boy (This I know, boy)
The people, the people (This I know, boy)
The people, the people
If you ask me, baby
I'll do anything you say you, boy
I'm talking to you
Writer: Angela Renee Beyince, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Eddie Smith Iii, Jesse Jamal Rankins, Jonathan Wells, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hold Up
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don't love you like I love you
Something don't feel right
Because it ain't right
Especially comin' up after midnight
I smell your secret, and I'm not too perfect
To ever feel this worthless
How did it come down to this?
Scrollin' through your call list
I don't wanna lose my pride, but I'ma f*ck me up a bitch
Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun
There's something that I'm missing, maybe my head for one
What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?
Jealous or crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I'd rather be crazy
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down they don't love you like I love you
Let's imagine for a moment that you never made a name for yourself
Or mastered wealth, they had you labeled as a king
Never made it out the cage, still out there movin' in them streets
Never had the baddest woman in the game up in your sheets
Would they be down to ride?
No, they used to hide from you, lie to you
But y'all know we were made for each other
So I find you and hold you down
Me sing se
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down they don't love you like I love you
Hey, this such a shame
You let this good love go to waste
I always keep the top tier, 5 star
Backseat lovin' in the car
Like make that wood, like make that wood
Holly like a boulevard
What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?
Jealous and crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I'd rather be crazy
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don't love you like I love you
I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, "what's up?"
What's up? What's up? What's up?
I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, "what's up?"
What's up? What's up? What's up?
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don't love you like I love you
Something don't feel right
Because it ain't right
Especially comin' up after midnight
I smell your secret, and I'm not too perfect
To ever feel this worthless
How did it come down to this?
Scrollin' through your call list
I don't wanna lose my pride, but I'ma f*ck me up a bitch
Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun
There's something that I'm missing, maybe my head for one
What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?
Jealous or crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I'd rather be crazy
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down they don't love you like I love you
Let's imagine for a moment that you never made a name for yourself
Or mastered wealth, they had you labeled as a king
Never made it out the cage, still out there movin' in them streets
Never had the baddest woman in the game up in your sheets
Would they be down to ride?
No, they used to hide from you, lie to you
But y'all know we were made for each other
So I find you and hold you down
Me sing se
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down they don't love you like I love you
Hey, this such a shame
You let this good love go to waste
I always keep the top tier, 5 star
Backseat lovin' in the car
Like make that wood, like make that wood
Holly like a boulevard
What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?
Jealous and crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I'd rather be crazy
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
Back up, they don't love you like I love you
Step down, they don't love you like I love you
Can't you see there's no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don't love you like I love you
I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, "what's up?"
What's up? What's up? What's up?
I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, "what's up?"
What's up? What's up? What's up?
Writer: Antonio Randolph, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Brian Chase, Deandre Cortez Way, Doc Pomus, Emile Haynie, Ezra Koenig, Joshua Michael Tillman, Karen Lee Orzolek, Kelvin McConnell, Mort Shuman, Nicholas Joseph Zinner, Sean Ryan Rhoden, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Countdown
Boy, oh, killing softly and I'm still falling
Still the one I need, I'll always be with you
Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go
Say you're real out of your block
If you leave me you're out of your mind
My baby is a (ten)
We dressing through the (nine)
He pick me up with (eight)
Make me feel so lucky (seven)
He kiss me in his (six)
We be making love in (five)
Still the one I do this (four)
I'm trying to make a (three)
From that (two)
He still the (one)
There's ups and downs in this love
Got a lot to learn and it's love
Through the good and the bad, still got love
Dedicated to the one I love, hey
Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing
Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain
Still all up on each other, ain't a damn thing change
My girls can't tell me nothing, I'm gone in the brain
I'm all up under him like it's cold, winter time
All up in the kitchen in my heels, dinner time
Do whatever that it takes, he got a winner's mind
Give it all to him, meet him at the finish line
Me and my boo and my boo boo riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man show you the fliest
Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it
Me and my boo and my boo boo riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man show you the fliest
Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it
Oh, killing me softly and I'm still falling
Still the one I need, I'll always be with you
Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go
Say you're real out of your block
If you leave me you're out of your mind
My baby is a (ten)
We dressing through the (nine)
He pick me up with (eight)
Make me feel so lucky (seven)
He kiss me in his (six)
We be making love in (five)
Still the one I do this (four)
I'm trying to make a (three)
From that (two)
He still the (one)
Yup, I put it on him, it ain't nothing that I can't do
Yup, I buy my own, if he deserve it, buy his shit too
All up in the store, shorty, tricking if I want to
All up in the store, shorty, fly as we want to
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Damn I think I love that boy
Do anything for that boy
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now I'll never be the same
You and me until the end
Me and my boo and my boo boo riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man show you the fliest
Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it
Me and my boo and my boo lip locking
All up in the back because the chicks keep blocking
All that gossip in ten years stop it
London speed it up, Houston rock it
Oh, killing me softly and I'm still falling
Still the one I need, I just wanna be with you
Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go
Say you're real out of your block
If you leave me you're out of your mind
My baby is a (ten)
We dressing through the (nine)
He pick me up with (eight)
Make me feel so lucky (seven)
He kiss me in his (six)
We be making love in (five)
Still the one I do this (four)
I'm trying to make a (three)
From that (two)
He still the (one)
Still the one I need, I'll always be with you
Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go
Say you're real out of your block
If you leave me you're out of your mind
My baby is a (ten)
We dressing through the (nine)
He pick me up with (eight)
Make me feel so lucky (seven)
He kiss me in his (six)
We be making love in (five)
Still the one I do this (four)
I'm trying to make a (three)
From that (two)
He still the (one)
There's ups and downs in this love
Got a lot to learn and it's love
Through the good and the bad, still got love
Dedicated to the one I love, hey
Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing
Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain
Still all up on each other, ain't a damn thing change
My girls can't tell me nothing, I'm gone in the brain
I'm all up under him like it's cold, winter time
All up in the kitchen in my heels, dinner time
Do whatever that it takes, he got a winner's mind
Give it all to him, meet him at the finish line
Me and my boo and my boo boo riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man show you the fliest
Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it
Me and my boo and my boo boo riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man show you the fliest
Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it
Oh, killing me softly and I'm still falling
Still the one I need, I'll always be with you
Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go
Say you're real out of your block
If you leave me you're out of your mind
My baby is a (ten)
We dressing through the (nine)
He pick me up with (eight)
Make me feel so lucky (seven)
He kiss me in his (six)
We be making love in (five)
Still the one I do this (four)
I'm trying to make a (three)
From that (two)
He still the (one)
Yup, I put it on him, it ain't nothing that I can't do
Yup, I buy my own, if he deserve it, buy his shit too
All up in the store, shorty, tricking if I want to
All up in the store, shorty, fly as we want to
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Damn I think I love that boy
Do anything for that boy
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now I'll never be the same
You and me until the end
Me and my boo and my boo boo riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man show you the fliest
Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it
Me and my boo and my boo lip locking
All up in the back because the chicks keep blocking
All that gossip in ten years stop it
London speed it up, Houston rock it
Oh, killing me softly and I'm still falling
Still the one I need, I just wanna be with you
Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go
Say you're real out of your block
If you leave me you're out of your mind
My baby is a (ten)
We dressing through the (nine)
He pick me up with (eight)
Make me feel so lucky (seven)
He kiss me in his (six)
We be making love in (five)
Still the one I do this (four)
I'm trying to make a (three)
From that (two)
He still the (one)
Writer: Robert Shea Taylor, Terius Youngdell Nash, Wanya Jermaine Morris, Nathan B. Morris, Cainon Renard Lamb, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Julie Frost, Michael Bivins, Esther Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Check On It
Can I take this back?
Sing it y'all
Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over and check up on it?
I'ma let you work up on it
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight
I you got it, flaunt it, boy, I know you want it
While I turn around, you watch me check up on it
Ooh, you watchin' me shake it, I see it in ya face
Ya can't take it, it's blazin', you watch me in amazement
You can look at it as long as you don't grab it
If you don't go braggin', I might let you have it
You think that I'm teasin', but I ain't got no reason
I'm sure that I can please ya, but first I gotta read you
Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see (Hey)
Won't you come over and check up on it?
I'ma let you work up on it (I wanna see y'all do the dance)
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it (You ready?)
Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight (I'm watchin', let's see if you know it)
Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over and check up on it?
I'ma let you work up on it
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight
Ten, nine, eight, seven
Six, five, four, three
Two, one
Sing it y'all
Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over and check up on it?
I'ma let you work up on it
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight
I you got it, flaunt it, boy, I know you want it
While I turn around, you watch me check up on it
Ooh, you watchin' me shake it, I see it in ya face
Ya can't take it, it's blazin', you watch me in amazement
You can look at it as long as you don't grab it
If you don't go braggin', I might let you have it
You think that I'm teasin', but I ain't got no reason
I'm sure that I can please ya, but first I gotta read you
Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see (Hey)
Won't you come over and check up on it?
I'ma let you work up on it (I wanna see y'all do the dance)
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it (You ready?)
Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight (I'm watchin', let's see if you know it)
Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over and check up on it?
I'ma let you work up on it
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight
Ten, nine, eight, seven
Six, five, four, three
Two, one
Writer: Angela Renee Beyince, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Henry Nicola Mancini, Kasseem Dean, Sean Garrett, Stayve Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management
Deja Vu
[ Featuring Jay-Z ]
[Intro:]
[Beyonce:] Bass
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] Hi hat
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] 808
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] Jay
[Jay-Z:] Uh-huh
Ready?
Uh-huh
[Beyonce:] Let's go get 'em
[Jay-Z:] Uh-huh
C'mon
[Jay-Z Rap]
I used to run base like Juan Pierre
Now I run the bass hi hat and the snare
I used to bag girls like Birkin Bags
Now I bag B ([Beyonce:] Boy you hurtin' that)
Brooklyn Bay where they birthed me at
Now I be everywhere, the nerve of rap
The audacity to have me whipping curtains back
Me and B, she about to sting
Stand back
[Verse 1]
Baby seems like everywhere I go
I see you, from your eyes, your smile
It's like I breathe you, helplessly I reminisce
Don't want to compare nobody to you
[Pre-Hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go
Oh
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
[Verse 2]
Seeing things that I know can't be
Am I dreaming? When I saw you walking past me
Almost called your name
Got a better glimpse and then I looked away
It's like I'm losing it
[Pre-hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go, oh
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
[Jay-Z Rap 2]
Yes! Hova's flow so unusual
Baby, girl you should already know
It's H-O, light up the dro'
'Cause you gon' need help tryna study my bounce, flow, blow
What's the difference?
One, you take in vein while the other you sniffin'
It's still dough, po-po try to convict him
That's a no-go
My dough keep the scales tipping like 4-4's
Like I'm from the H-O-U-S-T-O-N
Blow, wind so Chicago of him
Is he the best ever, that's the argu-a-ment
I don't make the list, don't be mad at me
I just make the hits, like a factory
I'm just one-to-one, nothin' after me
No Deja Vu, just me and my, Oh
[Bridge]
Baby I can't go anywhere
Without thinking that you're there
Seems like you're everywhere, it's true
Gotta be having Deja Vu
'Cause in my mind I want you here
Get on the next plane, I don't care
Is it because I'm missing you
That I'm having Deja Vu
[Pre-hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go
Whoo...
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Writer: Shawn Carter, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Beyonce Knowles, Keli Price, Makeba Riddick, Delisha Thomas, John Webb
Copyright: Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Bzzzz Drumline (Interlude)
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Intro:]
[Beyonce:] Bass
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] Hi hat
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] 808
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] Jay
[Jay-Z:] Uh-huh
Ready?
Uh-huh
[Beyonce:] Let's go get 'em
[Jay-Z:] Uh-huh
C'mon
[Jay-Z Rap]
I used to run base like Juan Pierre
Now I run the bass hi hat and the snare
I used to bag girls like Birkin Bags
Now I bag B ([Beyonce:] Boy you hurtin' that)
Brooklyn Bay where they birthed me at
Now I be everywhere, the nerve of rap
The audacity to have me whipping curtains back
Me and B, she about to sting
Stand back
[Verse 1]
Baby seems like everywhere I go
I see you, from your eyes, your smile
It's like I breathe you, helplessly I reminisce
Don't want to compare nobody to you
[Pre-Hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go
Oh
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
[Verse 2]
Seeing things that I know can't be
Am I dreaming? When I saw you walking past me
Almost called your name
Got a better glimpse and then I looked away
It's like I'm losing it
[Pre-hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go, oh
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
[Jay-Z Rap 2]
Yes! Hova's flow so unusual
Baby, girl you should already know
It's H-O, light up the dro'
'Cause you gon' need help tryna study my bounce, flow, blow
What's the difference?
One, you take in vein while the other you sniffin'
It's still dough, po-po try to convict him
That's a no-go
My dough keep the scales tipping like 4-4's
Like I'm from the H-O-U-S-T-O-N
Blow, wind so Chicago of him
Is he the best ever, that's the argu-a-ment
I don't make the list, don't be mad at me
I just make the hits, like a factory
I'm just one-to-one, nothin' after me
No Deja Vu, just me and my, Oh
[Bridge]
Baby I can't go anywhere
Without thinking that you're there
Seems like you're everywhere, it's true
Gotta be having Deja Vu
'Cause in my mind I want you here
Get on the next plane, I don't care
Is it because I'm missing you
That I'm having Deja Vu
[Pre-hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go
Whoo...
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
[Intro:]
[Beyonce:] Bass
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] Hi hat
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] 808
[Jay-Z:] Uh
[Beyonce:] Jay
[Jay-Z:] Uh-huh
Ready?
Uh-huh
[Beyonce:] Let's go get 'em
[Jay-Z:] Uh-huh
C'mon
[Jay-Z Rap]
I used to run base like Juan Pierre
Now I run the bass hi hat and the snare
I used to bag girls like Birkin Bags
Now I bag B ([Beyonce:] Boy you hurtin' that)
Brooklyn Bay where they birthed me at
Now I be everywhere, the nerve of rap
The audacity to have me whipping curtains back
Me and B, she about to sting
Stand back
[Verse 1]
Baby seems like everywhere I go
I see you, from your eyes, your smile
It's like I breathe you, helplessly I reminisce
Don't want to compare nobody to you
[Pre-Hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go
Oh
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
[Verse 2]
Seeing things that I know can't be
Am I dreaming? When I saw you walking past me
Almost called your name
Got a better glimpse and then I looked away
It's like I'm losing it
[Pre-hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go, oh
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
[Jay-Z Rap 2]
Yes! Hova's flow so unusual
Baby, girl you should already know
It's H-O, light up the dro'
'Cause you gon' need help tryna study my bounce, flow, blow
What's the difference?
One, you take in vein while the other you sniffin'
It's still dough, po-po try to convict him
That's a no-go
My dough keep the scales tipping like 4-4's
Like I'm from the H-O-U-S-T-O-N
Blow, wind so Chicago of him
Is he the best ever, that's the argu-a-ment
I don't make the list, don't be mad at me
I just make the hits, like a factory
I'm just one-to-one, nothin' after me
No Deja Vu, just me and my, Oh
[Bridge]
Baby I can't go anywhere
Without thinking that you're there
Seems like you're everywhere, it's true
Gotta be having Deja Vu
'Cause in my mind I want you here
Get on the next plane, I don't care
Is it because I'm missing you
That I'm having Deja Vu
[Pre-hook]
Boy, I try to catch myself
But I'm out of control
Your sexiness is so appealing
I can't let it go
Whoo...
[Hook]
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Run The World (Girls)
Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)
Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)
Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)
Girls, we run this mutha, girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Some of them men think they freak this
Like we do, but no they don't
Make your check, come at they neck
Disrespect us, no they won't
Boy, don't even try to touch this (touch this)
Boy, this beat is crazy (crazy)
This is how they made me (made me)
Houston, Texas, baby
This goes out to all my girls
That's in the club rocking the latest
Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later
I think I need a barber (barber)
None of these niggas can fade me (fade me)
I'm so good with this, I remind you, I'm so hood with this
Boy, I'm just playing
Come here, baby
Hope you still like me, F you, pay me
My persuasion
Can build a nation
Endless power
With our love we can devour
You'll do anything for me
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
It's hot up in here, DJ, don't be scared to run this, run this back
I'm repping for the girls who taking over the world
Help me raise a glass for the college grads
41' Rollie to let you know what time it is, check
You can't hold me (you can't hold me)
I work my nine to five, better cut my check
This goes out to all the women getting it in, you on your grind
To all the men that respect what I do, please accept my shine
Boy, you know you love it
How we smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bear the children (children)
Then get back to business
See, you better not play me (me)
Oh, come here, baby
Hope you still like me
F you, pay me
My persuasion
Can build a nation
Endless power
With our love we can devour
You'll do anything for me
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who are we?
What we run?
The world
Who run this mutha? Yeah
Who are we?
What we run?
The world
Who run this mutha? Yeah
Who are we?
What do we run?
We run the world
Who run this mutha? Yeah
Who are we?
What we run?
We run the world
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)
Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)
Girls, we run this mutha, girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Some of them men think they freak this
Like we do, but no they don't
Make your check, come at they neck
Disrespect us, no they won't
Boy, don't even try to touch this (touch this)
Boy, this beat is crazy (crazy)
This is how they made me (made me)
Houston, Texas, baby
This goes out to all my girls
That's in the club rocking the latest
Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later
I think I need a barber (barber)
None of these niggas can fade me (fade me)
I'm so good with this, I remind you, I'm so hood with this
Boy, I'm just playing
Come here, baby
Hope you still like me, F you, pay me
My persuasion
Can build a nation
Endless power
With our love we can devour
You'll do anything for me
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
It's hot up in here, DJ, don't be scared to run this, run this back
I'm repping for the girls who taking over the world
Help me raise a glass for the college grads
41' Rollie to let you know what time it is, check
You can't hold me (you can't hold me)
I work my nine to five, better cut my check
This goes out to all the women getting it in, you on your grind
To all the men that respect what I do, please accept my shine
Boy, you know you love it
How we smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bear the children (children)
Then get back to business
See, you better not play me (me)
Oh, come here, baby
Hope you still like me
F you, pay me
My persuasion
Can build a nation
Endless power
With our love we can devour
You'll do anything for me
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run this mutha? Girls
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who are we?
What we run?
The world
Who run this mutha? Yeah
Who are we?
What we run?
The world
Who run this mutha? Yeah
Who are we?
What do we run?
We run the world
Who run this mutha? Yeah
Who are we?
What we run?
We run the world
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Writer: Adidja Palmer, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, David James Andrew Taylor, Nick Van De Wall, Terius Nash, Thomas Wesley Pentz
Copyright: Lyrics © NW ROYALTY CONSULTING, LLC., BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © NW ROYALTY CONSULTING, LLC., BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lose My Breath
Hit me!
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my (hah hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath (hah hah)
If you can't make me say, ooh
Like the beat of this drum
Why you ask for some? You really want none
If you can't make me say, ooh (ooh ooh)
Like the beat of this groove
You don't have no business in this
Here's your papers
Baby you are dismissed
Everybody give it up for the beautiful Kelly
And the beautiful Michelle
We love you
My girl B is killing it tonight
I'm so happy y'all are here tonight
Do y'all remember this song?
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my (hah hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath (hah hah)
If you can't make me say, ooh
Like the beat of this drum
Why you ask for some? You really want none
If you can't make me say, ooh (ooh ooh)
Like the beat of this groove
You don't have no business in this
Here's your papers
Baby you are dismissed
Everybody give it up for the beautiful Kelly
And the beautiful Michelle
We love you
My girl B is killing it tonight
I'm so happy y'all are here tonight
Do y'all remember this song?
Writer: Fred Jerkins III, Kelendria Rowland, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Beyonce Knowels, Michelle Williams, Sean Garrett, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Say My Name
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game (sing it y'all)
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Better say my name
Any other day, I would call, you would say
"Baby, how's your day?"
But today, it ain't the same
Every other word is "uh-huh", "ok"
Could it be that you are at the crib with another lady?
Sing (I know you say that I am assuming things)
Something's going down that's the way it seems
(Shouldn't be the reason why you're acting strange)
If nobody's holding you back from me
('Cause I know how you usually do)
When you say everything to me times two
(Why can't you just tell the truth?)
If somebody's there then tell me who
Say my name, say my name (boy say my name)
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name (same my name)
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby (oh yeah)
Why the sudden change? (Sing)
Say my name, say my name (say my name)
Say my, say my, say my name
Say my, say my, say my name boy, say my name
Hey, say
You better say my name
'Cause something feels strange
I'm filing a complaint
I'm just asking you to say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game (sing it y'all)
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Better say my name
Any other day, I would call, you would say
"Baby, how's your day?"
But today, it ain't the same
Every other word is "uh-huh", "ok"
Could it be that you are at the crib with another lady?
Sing (I know you say that I am assuming things)
Something's going down that's the way it seems
(Shouldn't be the reason why you're acting strange)
If nobody's holding you back from me
('Cause I know how you usually do)
When you say everything to me times two
(Why can't you just tell the truth?)
If somebody's there then tell me who
Say my name, say my name (boy say my name)
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name (same my name)
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby (oh yeah)
Why the sudden change? (Sing)
Say my name, say my name (say my name)
Say my, say my, say my name
Say my, say my, say my name boy, say my name
Hey, say
You better say my name
'Cause something feels strange
I'm filing a complaint
I'm just asking you to say my name
Writer: Fred Jerkins Iii, Kelendria Rowland, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Beyonce Knowles, Latavia Roberson, Letoya Luckett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Soldier
(With 'Chelle and kick it with Kelly, or holla at B)
(Ya gotta be G's, you way outta your league)
We like them boys up top from the B.K. (B.K.)
I like them boys over there, they lookin' strong tonight (Strong tonight)
(California Love)
We like them boys that be in them 'Lac's leanin' (Leanin')
Open their mouth, they grill gleamin' (Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and, sing it y'all (Clean and)
(They always be talking that country slang we like)
We keep the beat that be in the back beatin' (Beatin')
His eyes be so low from their chiefin' (Chiefin')
I love how he keep my body screaming (Screaming)
A rude boy that's good to me with street credibility
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
Need some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
They wanna take care of me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
Wouldn't mind taking one for me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
They wanna spend that on me, haha (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me (Where they at?)
Let's go!
I need a soldier
Please give it up for Destiny's Child
Give it up one more time for my best friends
That's my best friend
(Ya gotta be G's, you way outta your league)
We like them boys up top from the B.K. (B.K.)
I like them boys over there, they lookin' strong tonight (Strong tonight)
(California Love)
We like them boys that be in them 'Lac's leanin' (Leanin')
Open their mouth, they grill gleamin' (Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and, sing it y'all (Clean and)
(They always be talking that country slang we like)
We keep the beat that be in the back beatin' (Beatin')
His eyes be so low from their chiefin' (Chiefin')
I love how he keep my body screaming (Screaming)
A rude boy that's good to me with street credibility
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
Need some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
They wanna take care of me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
Wouldn't mind taking one for me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
They wanna spend that on me, haha (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at?)
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me (Where they at?)
Let's go!
I need a soldier
Please give it up for Destiny's Child
Give it up one more time for my best friends
That's my best friend
Writer: Kelendria Rowland, Rich Harrison, Beyonce Knowles, Michelle Williams, Sean Garrett, Clifford Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Get Me Bodied
Everybody say "hey Mrs. Carter" (Hey Mrs. Carter!)
I'm just checkin', make sure y'all still out there
All the way in the back say, "hey Mrs. Carter"
(Hey Mrs. Carter!)
Okay
To my right, say "hey Mrs. Carter"
(Hey Mrs. Carter!)
To my left, say "hey Mrs. Carter"
(Hey Mrs. Carter!)
Everybody put your hands together like this
Everybody put your hands together
Yeah
Now everybody say
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Even louder, hey, hey, hey, hey
Say "I ain't worried, doin' me tonight", sing
(I ain't worried, doin' me tonight) Louder
A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody, sing
(A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody)
While y'all standin' on a wall, sing
(While y'all standin' on a wall)
I'm the one tonight gettin' body
(I'm the one tonight gettin' bodied)
Say, get me bodied, sing
(Get me bodied)
Get me bodied (get me bodied)
You want my body, sing (You want my body)
Get me bodied
Baby, all I want is to let it go
Ain't no worry, no, we can dance all night
Get me bodied
That means come closer to me
While we grind to the beat
And your body
Baby, all I need is to let it be
Ain't no worry, no
Boy, dance with me
Feel my body
That means come closer to me
While we grind to the beat
And your body
I ain't worried, doin' me tonight
Ain't no shame 'cause I gotta get mine
Swing my hair and kick off my shoes
Coming for ya, let me work on you
I ain't worried, doin' me tonight
A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody
While y'all standing on a wall
I'm the one tonight getting body
Gettin' body, gettin' body
Gettin' body, gettin' body
You want my body, won't you get my body?
You want my body, won't you get my body?
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for Solange
Hey
Drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop, drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop, drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Oh, no, no
Pat your weave ladies
Pat, pat, pat your weave ladies (Watch it while he check up on it)
Pat your weave ladies
Pat, pat, pat your weave ladies (Watch it while he check up on it)
Tick, tick, tick-tick fight
Now tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick fight
Now tick, tick, tick-tick fight
Now tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick fight
Now pose for the camera now, click (Click)
Click (Click)
Pose for the camera now, flick (Flick)
Flick (Flick)
Pose for the camera now, flick (Flick)
Flick (Flick)
Pose for the camera now, flick (Flick)
Flick (Flick)
Do an old-school dance, an old-school dance
An old-school dance, do it old-school
Do an old-school dance, an old-school dance
An old-school dance baby, get old-school
Stop, now cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off
Drop and cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off
Wind it back girl, wind it back girl
Make your hair touch the floor, wind it back
Wind it back girl, wind it back girl
Make your hair touch the floor, wind it back
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walk
Walk across the room like Naomi Campbell
Do the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walk
Walk across the room like Naomi Campbell
Now snap for the kids, snap for the kids
Snap in a circle three times
Snap for the kids, snap for the kids
Snap in a circle three times
I touch ya body while ya touch my body
We touchin' bodies tonight, we gettin' bodied
I touch ya body while ya touch my body
We touchin' bodies tonight, we gettin' bodied
I'm just checkin', make sure y'all still out there
All the way in the back say, "hey Mrs. Carter"
(Hey Mrs. Carter!)
Okay
To my right, say "hey Mrs. Carter"
(Hey Mrs. Carter!)
To my left, say "hey Mrs. Carter"
(Hey Mrs. Carter!)
Everybody put your hands together like this
Everybody put your hands together
Yeah
Now everybody say
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Even louder, hey, hey, hey, hey
Say "I ain't worried, doin' me tonight", sing
(I ain't worried, doin' me tonight) Louder
A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody, sing
(A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody)
While y'all standin' on a wall, sing
(While y'all standin' on a wall)
I'm the one tonight gettin' body
(I'm the one tonight gettin' bodied)
Say, get me bodied, sing
(Get me bodied)
Get me bodied (get me bodied)
You want my body, sing (You want my body)
Get me bodied
Baby, all I want is to let it go
Ain't no worry, no, we can dance all night
Get me bodied
That means come closer to me
While we grind to the beat
And your body
Baby, all I need is to let it be
Ain't no worry, no
Boy, dance with me
Feel my body
That means come closer to me
While we grind to the beat
And your body
I ain't worried, doin' me tonight
Ain't no shame 'cause I gotta get mine
Swing my hair and kick off my shoes
Coming for ya, let me work on you
I ain't worried, doin' me tonight
A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody
While y'all standing on a wall
I'm the one tonight getting body
Gettin' body, gettin' body
Gettin' body, gettin' body
You want my body, won't you get my body?
You want my body, won't you get my body?
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for Solange
Hey
Drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop, drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop, drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Oh, no, no
Pat your weave ladies
Pat, pat, pat your weave ladies (Watch it while he check up on it)
Pat your weave ladies
Pat, pat, pat your weave ladies (Watch it while he check up on it)
Tick, tick, tick-tick fight
Now tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick fight
Now tick, tick, tick-tick fight
Now tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick fight
Now pose for the camera now, click (Click)
Click (Click)
Pose for the camera now, flick (Flick)
Flick (Flick)
Pose for the camera now, flick (Flick)
Flick (Flick)
Pose for the camera now, flick (Flick)
Flick (Flick)
Do an old-school dance, an old-school dance
An old-school dance, do it old-school
Do an old-school dance, an old-school dance
An old-school dance baby, get old-school
Stop, now cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off
Drop and cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off
Wind it back girl, wind it back girl
Make your hair touch the floor, wind it back
Wind it back girl, wind it back girl
Make your hair touch the floor, wind it back
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the scissor leg, touch ya heels, touch ya toes
Do the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walk
Walk across the room like Naomi Campbell
Do the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walk
Walk across the room like Naomi Campbell
Now snap for the kids, snap for the kids
Snap in a circle three times
Snap for the kids, snap for the kids
Snap in a circle three times
I touch ya body while ya touch my body
We touchin' bodies tonight, we gettin' bodied
I touch ya body while ya touch my body
We touchin' bodies tonight, we gettin' bodied
Writer: Solange Knowles, Beyonce Knowles, Makeba Riddick, Sean Garrett, Angela Beyince, Kasseem Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)
[ Featuring Jay-Z ]
(Ladies on the floor)
(All my ladies on the floor) gettin' bodied
(If you ready, get it ready) gettin' bodied
(Let's get it and drop it) hey
Give it up for my sister!
All right now
Everybody put your hands together
Do we have any single ladies in the house tonight?
(Now put your hands up) sing
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up
Up in the club (club)
Just broke up (up)
I'm doing my own little thing
You decided to dip (dip)
But now you wanna trip (trip)
'Cause another brother noticed me
I'm up on him (him)
He up on me (me)
Don't pay him any attention
I cried my tears (tears)
For three good years (years)
You can't be mad at me
'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (whoa, oh, oh)
'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Now wait
I want y'all to get nice and stanky with me
Where I'm from
We do things nice and stanky
We do things nice and funky (alright y'all)
Can y'all repeat after me
You ready? Say
Hey-ay (hey-ay)
Hey ay-ay (hey ay-ay)
Hey-ay (hey-ay)
Hey ay-ay (hey ay-ay)
Hey-ay (hey-ay)
Hey ay-ay (hey ay-ay)
Hey-ay-yeah (hey-ay-yeah)
Hey-ay-ay (hey-ay-ay)
Now wait
You still ain't stankin' enough for me
Say whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Sing) whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (put your hands up)
Say whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Where my ring at?)
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing (whoa, oh, oh)
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it (I see you)
If you like it, then you shoulda put a (ring on it)
(Whoa, oh, oh, oh) if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
(Whoa, oh, oh, oh) hey
I love y'all
Writer: Christopher A. Stewart, Thaddis Laphonia Harrell, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lift Every Voice and Sing (Blues Version)
Lift every voice and sing (Ah!)
'Til earth and heaven ring (Ah!)
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise (Ah!)
High as the listening skies (Ah!)
Let us march on 'til victory is won
'Til earth and heaven ring (Ah!)
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise (Ah!)
High as the listening skies (Ah!)
Let us march on 'til victory is won
Writer: James Weldon Johnson, John Rosamond Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Love On Top
Bring the beat in
Honey, honey
I can see the stars all the way from here
Can't you see the glow on the windowpane?
I can feel the sun whenever you're near
Every time you touch me I just melt away
Now everybody asks me why I'm smiling out from ear to ear
(They say love hurts)
But I know (it's gonna take the real work) oh-oh
Nothing's perfect but it's worth it
After fighting through my tears and finally you put me first
Baby, it's you
You're the one I love
You're the one I need
You're the only one I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one I can always call
When I need to make everything stop
Finally, you put my love on top
Ooh, come on, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
You put my love on top
Ooh, ooh
Come on, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
My love on top, my love on top
Baby, baby, I can hear the wind whipping past my face
As we dance the night away
And boy your lips taste like a night of champagne
As I kiss you again and again and again and again
Now everybody asks me why I'm smiling out from ear to ear
(They say love hurts)
But I know (it's gonna take the real work) oh-oh
Nothing's perfect but it's worth it
After fighting through my tears and finally you put me first
Baby, it's you
You're the one I love
You're the one I need
You're the only one I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one I can always call
When I need to make everything stop
Finally, you put my love on top
Ooh, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
You put my love on top
Ooh ooh
Come on, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
My love on top, my love on top
Baby, it's you
You're the one I love
You're the one I need
You're the only thing I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you, baby, everything stops
Finally, you put my love on top
Baby, you're the one that I love
Baby, you're all I need
You're the only one I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you everything stops
Finally, you put my love on top
Baby, 'cause you're the one that I love
Baby, you're the one that I need
You're the only man I see
Baby, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you everything stops
Finally, you put my love on top
Baby, 'cause you're the one that I love
Baby, you're the one that I need
You're the only one I see
Baby, baby it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you everything stops
Finally, you put my love
Honey, honey
I can see the stars all the way from here
Can't you see the glow on the windowpane?
I can feel the sun whenever you're near
Every time you touch me I just melt away
Now everybody asks me why I'm smiling out from ear to ear
(They say love hurts)
But I know (it's gonna take the real work) oh-oh
Nothing's perfect but it's worth it
After fighting through my tears and finally you put me first
Baby, it's you
You're the one I love
You're the one I need
You're the only one I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one I can always call
When I need to make everything stop
Finally, you put my love on top
Ooh, come on, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
You put my love on top
Ooh, ooh
Come on, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
My love on top, my love on top
Baby, baby, I can hear the wind whipping past my face
As we dance the night away
And boy your lips taste like a night of champagne
As I kiss you again and again and again and again
Now everybody asks me why I'm smiling out from ear to ear
(They say love hurts)
But I know (it's gonna take the real work) oh-oh
Nothing's perfect but it's worth it
After fighting through my tears and finally you put me first
Baby, it's you
You're the one I love
You're the one I need
You're the only one I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one I can always call
When I need to make everything stop
Finally, you put my love on top
Ooh, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
You put my love on top
Ooh ooh
Come on, baby
You put my love on top, top, top, top, top
My love on top, my love on top
Baby, it's you
You're the one I love
You're the one I need
You're the only thing I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you, baby, everything stops
Finally, you put my love on top
Baby, you're the one that I love
Baby, you're all I need
You're the only one I see
Come on, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you everything stops
Finally, you put my love on top
Baby, 'cause you're the one that I love
Baby, you're the one that I need
You're the only man I see
Baby, baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you everything stops
Finally, you put my love on top
Baby, 'cause you're the one that I love
Baby, you're the one that I need
You're the only one I see
Baby, baby it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one that always calls
When I need you everything stops
Finally, you put my love
Writer: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Robert Shea Taylor, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Shining (Thank You)
Please give it for my incredible
Incredible crew on this stage
My female dancers
Give up now
Come on ladies
Give it up for my male dancers
Please give it up for Larry and Laurent, Les Twins
Please give it for my incredible background singers
Please give it for my beautiful orchestra
Please give it for my drum line
Please give it for my crew
That is everyone behind the scenes
That worked tirelessly, tirelessly to put this show together
We love you
Thank you to my family that's here tonight
Have a beautiful night
I love you from the bottom of my heart
God bless you, goodnight
Peace
Incredible crew on this stage
My female dancers
Give up now
Come on ladies
Give it up for my male dancers
Please give it up for Larry and Laurent, Les Twins
Please give it for my incredible background singers
Please give it for my beautiful orchestra
Please give it for my drum line
Please give it for my crew
That is everyone behind the scenes
That worked tirelessly, tirelessly to put this show together
We love you
Thank you to my family that's here tonight
Have a beautiful night
I love you from the bottom of my heart
God bless you, goodnight
Peace
Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Burt Bacharach, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Hal David, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Khaled Khaled, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Before I Let Go
(What he say? Whoa whoa, oh)
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
You make me happy
This you can bet, yeah
It's clear right beside me, yeah (come on, come on)
And I won't forget (come on, come on)
And I really love you
You should know
I wanna make sure I'm right, boy
Before I let go
Now, we had our good times
That we can say
We hurted each other, yeah
And, boy, it's a shame
I won't be foolish, no
I wanna know
I wanna make sure I'm bright, boy
Before I let go
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
You know, I thank God sun rises and shines on you
You know there's nothing, nothing, nothing I would not do, oh
Before I let you go, oh
I would never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never
Let you go before I go
I pull up to Coachella (pull up)
In boots with the ghost feathers (pull up)
I brought the squad with me (squad)
Black on black bandanas, I
Dussé and Champagne (Champagne)
I did the damn thing (I did the damn thing)
Dirty Diana (Dirty Diana)
Singing and dancing all in the rain
Ooh (to the left), I just wanna have a good time (turn around)
Turn around, kick, then slide
And twirl that ass to the right, now
Ooh, bunny hop, bunny hop, drop, pop
Cross your legs, turn around and clap
Shuffle to the left, let's glide now
Ooh, drop it down, drop it down low, low
Low, low, low to the floor, floor
Bring it up, clap, then roll, roll
(Step) step on 'em, step on 'em, step on 'em, step
Step on 'em, kick on 'em, stomp then you step
Swag the right, surf the left
Work the middle 'til it hurt a little
Before I let, before I let, b-b-before I let go
Before I let, before I let, b-b-before I let go
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
(Getting ready, getting ready, getting ready for)
You make me happy
This you can bet, yeah
It's clear right beside me, yeah (come on, come on)
And I won't forget (come on, come on)
And I really love you
You should know
I wanna make sure I'm right, boy
Before I let go
Now, we had our good times
That we can say
We hurted each other, yeah
And, boy, it's a shame
I won't be foolish, no
I wanna know
I wanna make sure I'm bright, boy
Before I let go
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
You know, I thank God sun rises and shines on you
You know there's nothing, nothing, nothing I would not do, oh
Before I let you go, oh
I would never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never
Let you go before I go
I pull up to Coachella (pull up)
In boots with the ghost feathers (pull up)
I brought the squad with me (squad)
Black on black bandanas, I
Dussé and Champagne (Champagne)
I did the damn thing (I did the damn thing)
Dirty Diana (Dirty Diana)
Singing and dancing all in the rain
Ooh (to the left), I just wanna have a good time (turn around)
Turn around, kick, then slide
And twirl that ass to the right, now
Ooh, bunny hop, bunny hop, drop, pop
Cross your legs, turn around and clap
Shuffle to the left, let's glide now
Ooh, drop it down, drop it down low, low
Low, low, low to the floor, floor
Bring it up, clap, then roll, roll
(Step) step on 'em, step on 'em, step on 'em, step
Step on 'em, kick on 'em, stomp then you step
Swag the right, surf the left
Work the middle 'til it hurt a little
Before I let, before I let, b-b-before I let go
Before I let, before I let, b-b-before I let go
Writer: Frankie Beverly
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Been On
I'm out that H-town, coming, coming down
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H, H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
H-Town vicious, H-H-Town vicious
I'm so crown, bow bow down bitches
I'm out that H-town
Coming, coming down
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H-H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
Rolling high, leather and wood
Keep it trill, that's what good
Kiss my momma, show that love
Pop them bottles in that club
I heard your boo was talking lip
I told my crew, to smack that trick
Smack that trick, smack that trick
Guess what they did, smack that trick
Gold everything, gold ass chain
Gold ass rings, gold ass fangs
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
I'm bigger than life, my name in the lights
I'm the number one chick, ain't need no hype
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on
I remember my baby hair with my dookie braids
Frenchy's, Boudin in the parking lot
Shout out to Willie D
I was in that Willie D video when I was about fourteen, looking crazy
Shout out to Pimp C
You know we used to sneak and listen to that UGK
Didn't do your girl but your sister was alright, damn
In ya homeboy's Caddy last night man, ha ha
Hold up, Texas trill
H-town going down, man
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H, H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
H-Town vicious, H-H-Town vicious
I'm so crown, bow bow down bitches
I'm out that H-town
Coming, coming down
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
H-H-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
Rolling high, leather and wood
Keep it trill, that's what good
Kiss my momma, show that love
Pop them bottles in that club
I heard your boo was talking lip
I told my crew, to smack that trick
Smack that trick, smack that trick
Guess what they did, smack that trick
Gold everything, gold ass chain
Gold ass rings, gold ass fangs
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
I'm bigger than life, my name in the lights
I'm the number one chick, ain't need no hype
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life
I been on, I been on, I been on
Tell me who gon' take me off
Take me off, take me off, take me off
'Cause I been on
I remember my baby hair with my dookie braids
Frenchy's, Boudin in the parking lot
Shout out to Willie D
I was in that Willie D video when I was about fourteen, looking crazy
Shout out to Pimp C
You know we used to sneak and listen to that UGK
Didn't do your girl but your sister was alright, damn
In ya homeboy's Caddy last night man, ha ha
Hold up, Texas trill
H-town going down, man
Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Chauncey Alexander Hollis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
