Lyrics I Don't Fuck With You - Big Sean, E-40

I Don't Fuck With You

I don’t ****with you
You little stupid ass ****, I ain’t ****in' with you
You little dumb ass ****, I ain’t ****in' with you
I got a million trillion things I’d rather ****in' do Than to be ****in' with you
Little stupid ass, I don’t give a ****
I don’t give a ****, I don’t I don’t I don’t give a ****
Don’t give a ****about you or anything that you do I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic
Then you post it up, thinkin' that its makin' me sick
I see you calling, I be makin' it quick
I’ma answer that **** like: «I don’t ****with you»
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean for real, ****how you feel
And everyday I wake up celebratin' ****, why?
Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy ****
I stuck to my guns, that’s what made me rich
That’s what put me on, that’s what got me here
That’s what made me this
And everything that I do is my first name
These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain
Ain’t nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me I just bought a crib, three stories, that **** a trilogy
And you know I’m rollin' weed that’s ****in' up the ozone
I got a **** that text me, she ain’t got no clothes on And then another one text, then your ass next
And I’m gonna text your ass back like «I don’t ****with you»
Got a million things on my mind
Executive deals online, limited amount of time
Chasin' these dollar signs and you ain’t on your grind
You might be able to find me up in the MGM casino in the D From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my ****as put murder missions
She choose him, that’s her decision, free my ****as in prison
On the phone with a **** who can’t do ****
For a pimp but make a ****a hella rich
Got a blunt in my dental, goin' H.A.M in a rental
On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio
I’m never sentimental, go hard or go home, listen
Barely Harley, I’m chromeless, you might end up domeless
I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin' me I make a **** stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty
Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
I raise my Styrofoam up, and pour some drank in my mouth
Why you always coming around with bad news?
Say you want me to win, but hope I lose
Ass never rock with other ****as in the crew
But them ****as cool, it’s just that
I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for
I got a new whip that I gotta thank a lot for
Yeah I got a lot but want a lot more
Yeah we in the buildin' but I’m tryna take it to the top floor
I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I’m wakin' up It seems like nowadays everybody breakin' up That **** can break you down if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad **** to come around and make it up
I guess drama makes for the best content
Everything got a bad side, even a conscience
Now you’re drinkin' 'til your unconscious
Feel me when you get a fine ****
Just don’t forget to read the fine print
Life got me meditatin' like I’m in the Himalayas
Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator
Yeah I know that karma’s too real so I hope you doin' cool
But still stupid ass **** I ain’t ****in' with you
Little stupid ass I ain’t ****in with
I ain’t ****in', I ain’t I ain’t ****in' with you
I ain’t ****in' with you