7/11

Album: Beyoncé Platinum Edition (2014)
Charted: 33 13

Songfacts®:

  • This hip-hop club banger features Auto-Tuned rap-singing vocals by Beyoncé over Bobby Johnson and Detail's warped uptempo beat. It finds Mrs. Carter detailing her dance moves:

    Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air
    Clap, clap, clap like you don't care
    Smack that, clap, clap, clap, like you don't care
    (I know you care)


    Beyoncé is encouraging girls to dance how they want with abandon.
  • Chicago rapper ACE B8gie recorded a track over the same beat before this song existed. His cut "Bird's Eye View" from The B8gie Foo' Blues EP, was also produced by Bobby Johnson.
  • The song's music video was shot in the style of a homemade visual with Beyoncé dancing and joking around in front of the camera. Did you spot the singer's daughter Blue Ivy Carter making a cameo appearance at 0:58 chilling on the bed?

Comments: 1

  • Randy R from UsaShe says the title of the song a couple times though?
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