Formation lyrics

[Intro: Messy Mya]

What happened at the New Wil’ins?

Bitch, I'm back by popular demand

[Refrain:]

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 his money, but they never take the country out me

I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

[Interlude:]

Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh yes I like that

I did not come to play with you hoes

I came to slay, bitch

I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch

Oh yes, you best to believe it

[Refrain:]

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 his money, but they never take the country out me

I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

[Chorus:]

I see it, I want it

I stunt, yeah, 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

When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, 'cause I slay

When he fuck 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 might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, 'cause I slay

I might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, 'cause I slay

[Chorus:]

I see it, I want it

I stunt, yeah, 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 (I slay)

[Bridge:]

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!

• Artist:Beyoncé
• Album:Lemonade (2016)