f*ck It Off lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Who you think you finna play with?
Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say sh*t?
I'm outchea, when it's cold, leave you out there
Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
Hella n*ggas talk sh*t, but they stand still
Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers on my chain, sh*t
Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main b*tch
And I been f*ckin' hoes on my bae sh*t
Come to the crib, I tell her go to the spaceship
Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix
Take it to the face, better do what I say, b*tch
He make it outta here, then he a winner
If a n*gga try to run, then we pull up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, f*ck it hit yo' liver
End of discussion, it's nothin', I eat you pussies for dinner
I got no time for fake ones
Killers on the Westside with them real guns
And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come
"Where you at? Here, n*gga!" All this pus*y I'ma drill somethin'

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Why they hate to see a real n*gga make it?
I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'
By myself, I don't need no witness
Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
And livin' every f*ckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
I'ma finesse this sh*t, win, lose, or draw
You think I worked this hard to f*ck it off?
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley, Chris Brown, Tee Grizzley & Chris Brown]
Once again, I gotta remind these n*ggas
Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn't buy these, n*gga (Woo!)
Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these b*tches
Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me, n*gga (Yee! Oh-woah)
I'm solvin' every single problem with a tool
Supersoak a n*gga like he jumpin' out the pool (Ooh)
If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news
Chopper lift a n*gga up, I bet he make it to the moon (Baow)
You can tell me and Breezy at the top
They want us to fail, hopin' that we fall, but we not
Don't feel bad for what I did to them n*gga's block
Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (Oh)
Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a b*tch days (Oh)
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that sh*t paid (Ooh, woah)
n*gga tried to fake beef with a n*gga, that's just hate
Sneak dissin' me, I jump on my di*k, these n*ggas lame (Oh, pus*y n*gga)
Ayy, n*ggas terrible, who raised y'all? (Yeah)
n*ggas leeches, I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all (Get the f*ck home)
I'm givin' headshots, I ain't 'bout the fade, y'all
b*tch, you ain't f*ckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all (Woo)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Why they hate to see a real n*gga make it?
I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'
By myself, I don't need no witness
Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
And livin' every f*ckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
I'ma finesse this sh*t, win, lose, or draw
You think I worked this hard to f*ck it off?