M.F.T.R. (Remix) Chris Brown

[Chorus]
Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on it, nigga, speak up on it, nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everythang
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everythang
Gon' make it bang, gon' make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, gon' make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen, amen (Hey)
Wavin' at these niggas (Hey)
Start waving at these niggas, amen (Hey)
Waving at these niggas (Hey)

[Verse]
Ugh! Sawed-off shotty, Reebok pump a nigga
I Kirk out for them Franklins, I stomp a nigga
Virginia mind, I dump on 'em and throw the gun away
The shoe fits, wear it nigga, now run them Penny Hardaway's
You can't have a conscience when you a god, nigga
What the fuck is a city to a Godzilla?
Okay, now e'rybody tough, e'rybody buff
Tell you, "Shoot at they feet," and watch 'em double Dutch
Oh, no, then dance, little nigga, dance, little nigga
You by yourself now, what's the plan, little nigga?
Gon' make it bang, gon' make it bang
Pusha just want the money, I'm takin' everythang
Hand me the ratchet, put everything in the basket
All of the paper and plastic, hollows, I'm givin' them out
Run in your house, stickin' a gun in your mouth
Niggas turn religious when they starin' at the devil
Pull that trigger, chopper Rocky like I'm playin' heavy metal, ah