Video Fuck It Off de Affluent Publishing Place 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Affluent Publishing Place - Fuck 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 shit?
I'm outchea, when it's cold, leave you out there
Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
Hella niggas talk shit, but they stand still
Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers on my chain, shit
Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch
And I been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit
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, bitch
He make it outta here, then he a winner
If a nigga try to run, then we pull up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck 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, nigga!" All this pussy I'ma drill somethin'

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Why they hate to see a real nigga 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 fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley, Chris Brown, Tee Grizzley & Chris Brown]
Once again, I gotta remind these niggas
Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn't buy these, nigga (Woo!)
Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these bitches
Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me, nigga (Yee! Oh-woah)
I'm solvin' every single problem with a tool
Supersoak a nigga like he jumpin' out the pool (Ooh)
If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news
Chopper lift a nigga 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 nigga'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 bitch days (Oh)
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid (Ooh, woah)
Nigga tried to fake beef with a nigga, that's just hate
Sneak dissin' me, I jump on my dick, these niggas lame (Oh, pussy nigga)
Ayy, niggas terrible, who raised y'all? (Yeah)
Niggas leeches, I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all (Get the fuck home)
I'm givin' headshots, I ain't 'bout the fade, y'all
Bitch, you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all (Woo)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Why they hate to see a real nigga 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 fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?