Drake - Heated

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (heated, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
It's been a lot of years, really think you're getting one past me?
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down (heated), oh
You got me (heated), heated, oh
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no
With a waist that whine like this, my love
Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish I was complacent?
Boy, you must've mixed up our faces
Oh, now you wanna have conversations?
See how you testing my patience
Yeah, yeah
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down (heated, tip, tip, tip, tippin' on)
Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down (heated, I'm hot, hot, hot)
You got me (heated), heated, oh