Where All The Single Ladies At

[Intro]
DJ spin it back
Crowd packed wall to wall
Phone flash, red cups
We about to roll (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Walk in clean
Fresh fade, new jacket
Whole crew mean
But we came for the magic
Quick scan of the room
Couples on the back wall
I’m tryna find the ones
That don’t text nobody at all
[Chorus]
Where all the single ladies at?
Hands up, let me follow that
If you came with your girls, no tag
Let me hear you say, “yeah, yeah” (yeah, yeah!)
Where all the single ladies at?
Two-step, little twist, bring it back
If you tired of the same old chat
Come and let me know that, know that
[Verse 2]
She at the bar
Gold hoops, big laughter
Told her friend
She done with the past tense chapters
I slide up smooth
“Girl, you dancing or what?”
She said, “I’m here for the vibe
And I’m cutting my own cut”
[Chorus]
Where all the single ladies at?
Hands up, let me follow that
If you came with your girls, no tag
Let me hear you say, “yeah, yeah” (yeah, yeah!)
Where all the single ladies at?
Front row, middle, way in back
If you running your world like that
Let me see you own that, own that
[Bridge]
If you free tonight, say “oh”
(Oh!)
If you love your life, say “yeah”
(Yeah!)
If you don’t need help to glow
But you still might share, say “yeah, yeah” (yeah!)
[Chorus]
Where all the single ladies at?
Hands up, let me follow that
If you came with your girls, no tag
Let me hear you say, “yeah, yeah” (yeah, yeah!)
Where all the single ladies at?
Last call, still we on track
If you ready for a brand new track
Come and let me know that, know that (hey!)

rap, High-gloss funk-pop-rap hybrid with male vocals; rubbery slap bass, bright clav stabs, tight rhythm guitar and shimmering synths over a midtempo, dance-floor groove. Verses ride a playful rap cadence with dry, in-the-pocket drums; chorus explodes into sung hooks with stacked gang vocals and crowd-call responses. Occasional horn hits accent punchlines; breakdown strips to bass, claps, and vocal ad-libs before a final, chant-heavy chorus., pop, funk