‘LEVII’S JEANS’ by Beyoncé and Post Malone - Lyrics & Meaning

Now that it is finally here, Beyoncé's ACT II: COWBOY CARTER has proven to be a work of art, an album that overflows with the icon's untouchable artistry.

Across the 27-track release, you'll find songs that are gorgeously intimate and strikingly vulnerable and come face-to-face with lyrics that bite and sounds that sear.

However, in the mix, you'll also discover those quintessential bangers à la Queen Bey, songs that were made to be cranked up and danced to.

One of them is the irresistible 'LEVII'S JEANS,' the album's delicious Post Malone collaboration. The sensual duet is poised to steam up the long hot summer ahead.

'LEVII'S JEANS' comes to life with the silvery clank of a coin in a jukebox. From there, the buoyant bop is textured by tight, metallic riffs and a steadily pulsing beat.

Effervescent harmonies build throughout the arousing tune, one brimming with mentions of ass-hugging and snake-rattling, and add a necessary coolness to the smoldering soon-to-be hit.

You call me pretty little thing
And I love to turn him on
Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans
So you can hug that ass all day long
Come here, you sexy little thing
Snap a picture, bring it on
Oh, you wish you were my Levi's jeans
Way it's poppin' out your phone
Love you down to the bone

From the jump, 'LEVII'S JEANS' is all flirt and fire, the song's playful lyrics immediately revealing an attraction, a need to touch and be touched. "Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans / So you can hug that ass all day long," Beyoncé sings.

The innuendos are by no means subtle, but they're fun and frisky, making for an instantly replay-able, irresistibly singable offering.

Baby, you play too much (You play too much)
Sendin' me super shots (Shots)
I'm lookin' super hot (I'm hot)
I got the perfect pose (She snappin')
I'm a fuckin' animal (She sexy)
I'm a fuckin' centerfold (She rep it)
Saddle up, I love to go (Saddle up, I love to go)
Too good, no primadonna
Possess too much pеrsona
He said, "Where'd you gеt that from, uh?
You need to meet my mama"
She be at church all day (All day)
Come be my Nick at Nite (Night, night, night, night)
So we can run it back (Back, back, back, back)
It'll be nostalgia-like (Like, like, like, like) eh
Every time I see you, I just wanna grab you (You, you)
And I let you touch it and you can't let it loose (Oh, oh)
Mocha-choka latte caramel, oh I act a fool
Every hour on the hour, this is waitin' for you

Beyoncé breaks it down ahead of another round of the chorus, detailing what exactly is waiting for her lover every hour on the hour...

"I'm a fuckin' animal / I'm a fuckin' centerfold / Saddle up, I love to go," the artist proclaims with her trademark confidence. With words full of unwavering conviction, she makes listeners want to strive for the same.

Baby, you know I'm on my bullshit (Bullshit), I'll let you ride it
Rodeo in your room, that shoot breaks loose with perfect timin' (Timin')
Love it when you tease me in them jeans, girl, you don't need designer
And when that thing on hydroplane, baby girl, you the pilot
And I ramble on, I could go on, but I'm goin' on silent (I'm goin' on silent)
So hop out the phone and bring that shit on 'cause I'm goin' nosedive (I'm goin' nosedive)
And every time you know just what to do (Mm)
No one ever got me going quite like you

Post Malone arrives to echo the song's sentiment, noting his appreciation for... her jeans, and remarking, "Every time you know just what to do / No one ever got me going quite like you."

He closes out the song with a crackle to his impassioned croon. "Ooh, I love you, baby, yeah, you drive me crazy / Need you all night long, you're my Renaissance," he sings, his words adding more weight to than song and making it more than just an infatuation.

Baby, lovin' you, that's all I see
In this crazy world, you're the best of things

You call me pretty little thing
And I love to turn him on
Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans
So you can hug that ass all day long
Come here, you sexy little thing
Snap a picture, bring it on
Oh, you wish you were my Levi's jeans
Way it's poppin' out your phone
Love you down to the bone

Baby, you play too much (You play too much)
Sendin' me super shots (Shots)
I'm lookin' super hot (I'm hot)
I got the perfect pose (She snappin')
I'm a fuckin' animal (She sexy)
I'm a fuckin' centerfold (She rep it)
Saddle up, I love to go (Saddle up, I love to go)
Too good, no primadonna
Possess too much pеrsona
He said, "Where'd you gеt that from, uh?
You need to meet my mama"
She be at church all day (All day)
Come be my Nick at Nite (Night, night, night, night)
So we can run it back (Back, back, back, back)
It'll be nostalgia-like (Like, like, like, like) eh
Every time I see you, I just wanna grab you (You, you)
And I let you touch it and you can't let it loose (Oh, oh)
Mocha-choka latte caramel, oh I act a fool
Every hour on the hour, this is waitin' for you

You call me pretty little thing
And I love to turn him on
Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans
So you can hug that ass all day long
Come here, you sexy little thing
Snap a picture, bring it on
Oh, you wish you were my Levi's jeans
Way it's poppin' out your phone
Love you down to the bone

Baby, you know I'm on my bullshit (Bullshit), I'll let you ride it
Rodeo in your room, that shoot breaks loose with perfect timin' (Timin')
Love it when you tease me in them jeans, girl, you don't need designer
And when that thing on hydroplane, baby girl, you the pilot
And I ramble on, I could go on, but I'm goin' on silent (I'm goin' on silent)
So hop out the phone and bring that shit on 'cause I'm goin' nosedive (I'm goin' nosedive)
And every time you know just what to do (Mm)
No one ever got me going quite like you
Baby, let me rattle that snake with my venom
Denim on denim on denim on denim
Give you high fashion in a simple white tee
Give you these blues, it's in my jeans
And on my sister, on Celestine
God light shinin' through the in-between
Thigh gap saddle his leather seats

Come on, you pretty little thing
Girl, I wanna take you home
You know I'd like to be your Levi's jeans (I'll be your Levi's jeans)
So I can hug that ass all day long (Oh, baby, hold me all day long)
Come here, you sexy little thing (Come here, you sexy little thing)
Snap a picture, bring it on (Snap a picture, bring it on)
Oh, girl, I wish I was your Levi's jeans
The way you poppin' out my phone
I love you down to the bone

Ooh, I love you, baby, yeah, you drive me crazy
Need you all night long, you're my Renaissance
Baby, lovin' you, that's all I see
In this crazy world, you're the best of things

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