[Intro]
Ayy

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams, Summer Walker, Both]
That right there (That, that right there)
That right there
That right there (That, that, that right there)
That right there (When I let him hit)
That right there (That, that right there)
That right there
That right there
Nigga, that right there

[Verse 1: Summer Walker]
The shit that I be on, it be honest
I trust a bitch, see flames if it's comin'
Her nigga on me and he want it (Want)
And I'm with the shit slim thick, early twenties (Twenties)
I seen the shit I see, but no respondin'
Bitches spell-chеck your speak, ebonics
Bettеr know the book you're readin'
I swear these bitches be slow

[Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker]
It's the shit that bitches be hatin' on ('Cause they know what it is when I put that on)
'Cause they know if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone (Get him off his phone)
It's the threat that they might lose control (Bet that they, they all lose control)
'Cause if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone (Gone)
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