Chris Brown – M.F.T.R. (Remix) Lyrics

Creep up on these ni**as, creep up on these ni**as
Speak up on it, ni**a, speak up on it, ni**a
Walk up in that bi**h and wave at everything
Walk up in that bi**h and wave at everything
Gon make it bang, gon make it bang
Getting followed by them hollows, gon make it bang
Ni**as ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ni**a get religious
Amen, amen, hey
Waving at these ni**as, hey
Start waving at these ni**as, amen, hey
Waving at these ni**as, hey

Sawed off shotty, Reebok pump a ni**a
I Kirk out for them Franklins, I stomp a ni**a
Virginia mind, I dump on em and throw the gun away
The shoe fits weird, ni**a, now run them Penny Hardaways
You can’t have a conscience when you a god, ni**a
What the f**k is a city to a Godzilla?
Okay, now everybody tough, everybody buff
Tell you, Shoot at they feet, and watch them double Dutch
Oh, no, then dance, little ni**a, dance, little ni**a
You by yourself now, what’s the plan, little ni**a?
Gon make it bang, go and make it bang
Pusha just want the money, I’m taking everything
Hand me the ratchet, put everything in the basket
All of the paper and plastic, hollows, I’m giving them out
Run in your house, sticking a gun in your mouth
Ni**as turn religious when they staring at the devil
Pull that trigger, chopper Rocky like I’m playing heavy metal, ah

(Repeat Chorus)