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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Songwriter
Gabriel Roland
Songwriter
Toney Martinez
Songwriter
Nasri Atweh
Composer
Myjah Veira
Songwriter
Keith Ingram
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Producer
Gabriel Roland
Producer
Toney Martinez
Additional Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Jenso Plymouth
Recording Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Engineer
Federico Giordano
Assistant Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Summer too hot
[Verse 1]
I blew it all on her, I get it right back
She put it all on me, I couldn't fight that
She love when I pull on it when it's tied back
You know it's hard to get up out it, I get sidetracked
Shake somethin', left, right, control it
You know who to call if you're horny
Ride on it, greenlight me (Greenlight, greenlight)
[PreChorus]
Why'd you tell your friends that you really don't dance? (Don't dance)
But I know that you can
Fuckin' up your plans, we about to get nasty
Better hold up them glasses
[Chorus]
Summer too hot not to fuck it up
Is the mood right? Is it wet enough?
I gotta new ride, it's a level up
Let me wet it up just a few times
Summer too hot, had to double up
Shawty too fire with the bubble butt
We should both slide on the regular
Summer too hot, it's irregular
[Verse 2]
Shawty she discreet
She don't want her business in the street
Be my little secret
Baby, be my little freak
Oh, we can on a weekend
Do somethin' different, got my attention
Eight figures, fuckin' with a rich ****
Big picture, more than just a night with ya
Don't switch up, girl, when the lights hit ya
Them diamonds gon' dance (Oh, yeah)
[PreChorus]
Why'd you tell your friends that you really don't dance? (Really don't dance)
But I know that you can (I know you can)
Fuckin' up your plans, we about to get nasty
Better hold up them glasses (Oh, yeah, baby)
[Chorus]
Summer too hot not to fuck it up (Oh)
Is the mood right? Is it wet enough?
I gotta new ride, it's a level up (Baby)
Let me wet it up just a few times (Ooh)
Summer too hot, had to double up (Too)
Shawty too fire with the bubble butt (Girl, we should both)
We should both slide on the regular (Yeah)
Summer too hot, it's irregular (Oh, oh, oh)
[Bridge]
(Ooh) I wanna get this rocket off the ground, babe
(Ooh) You're so beautiful, it's hard to behave
(Ooh) I can't start this fire without your flame
(Ooh) And I know you feel the same
Come on, take that shit off
[Chorus]
Summer too hot not to fuck it up (Up)
Is the mood right? Is it wet enough? (Wet enough for you, yeah)
I gotta new ride, it's a level up (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Let me wet it up just a few times
Summer too hot, had to double up
Shawty too fire with the bubble butt (Girl, we should both slide)
We should both slide on the regular
Summer too hot, it's irregular (Summer, summer way too hot)
[Outro]
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Summer too hot, oh-oh
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Summer too hot
Written by: Chris Brown, Gabriel Roland, Keith Ingram, Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood, Marcus Berry, Myjah Veira, Nasri Atweh, Toney Martinez