Released: June 29, 2014

Featuring: JAY-Z

Songwriter: The-Dream BOOTS Beyoncé JAY-Z

Producer: The-Dream Beyoncé KeY Wane

[Produced by Timbaland, Jerome Harmon, Justin Timberlake, Beyoncé Knowles, Key Wane, and The-Dream]

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Wet, wet skeet skeeted on the Met dress
Uh, word to Ricardo Tisci
She like, ‘Oh my God,’ I’m like, ‘Nice to meet me’
Damn, girl, you got that Versace
Left the curtains open for the paparazzi
A little TMI for you, TMZ
Hope I get my D-I-C on your E-Y-E
Uh, the K silent, I’m a Brooklyn nigga
I let the K (sound affect) on you looking niggas
It’s to the death in case you wondering
I don’t need a hundred bitches ’cause my bitch keep it one hundred
One hundred

[Verse 2: Beyonce]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please
I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged
Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinsky-ed all on my gown

[Pre-Hook: Beyonce]
Oh there daddy, daddy didn’t bring the towel
Oh baby baby we betta slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club

[Hook]
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kinda girl you like
Is right here with me

[Verse 3]
Driver, roll up the partition fast
Driver, roll up the partition fast
Over there I swear I saw them cameras flash
Hand prints and footprints on my glass
Hand prints and good grips all on my ass
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, we’ll talk that trash
Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash

[Pre-Hook]
Oh there daddy, daddy didn’t bring the towel
Oh baby baby we betta slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club

[Hook]
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kinda girl you like
Is right here with me

[Bridge]
Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?
Le sexe, je veux dire : l'activité physique, le coït. Tu aimes ça?
Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe ?
Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent

[Hook]
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kinda girl you like
Is right here with me

Beyoncé

In the twenty-first century, no pop star was as poised, as polished, or as generally fierce as Beyoncé. She scored early success with Destiny’s Child, who started out as a sexier and sassier (if less adult) version of TLC, then steadily became more and more of a vehicle for Beyoncé’s operatic vocals and general diva-tude, which may have been the plan all along.

Whether appearing in TV spots, co-starring in films like Dreamgirls, or killing it every night on stadium tours, Beyoncé was omnipresent in the 2000s. Almost everybody, Beygency member or otherwise, loved shiny, hip-hop-fueled hits like “Crazy in Love”, and “Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)”. Moving into the 2010s, Beyoncé fights on, gaining more and more traction in pop culture with her work and music.

She has made a significant impact upon the music landscape in general with her recent albums 4 and BEYONCÉ, which explored complex themes like motherhood, feminism, marriage, sexuality, and doubt in a greater depth. With Lemonade, she went a step further—the fierce, intimate exploration of marriage, infidelity, and forgiveness was her most personal and musically daring album yet.