I Ain’t Fukin Wit Cha Juicy J (Ft. Logic)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Nigga wonder why, like where I been, I ain't fuckin wit' you
Real niggas don't talk, about the dirt they did, I ain't fuckin wit' you
We used to be homies, I ain't fuckin wit' you
Money look good on me, don't it? I ain't fuckin wit' you
I ain't fuckin wit' you, I ain't fuckin wit' you
I ain't fuckin wit' you, I ain't fuckin wit' you
I ain't fuckin wit' you, hell nah, I ain't fuckin wit' you
I ain't fuckin wit' you, I ain't fuckin wit' you

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It's certain niggas I don't fuck wit
It's certain niggas I don't fuck wit cause I go hard
And I ain't got time anymore to waste all my goddamn floss
Seems every nigga wants me to fall, oh well, landing on my car
Forgiato wheel, let's keep it real
20 years in the game, still makin mills
I thought everybody liked me, fuck nigga don't try me
Or end up in a situation you ain't gettin out of
Let me demonstrate a do-do-do-do-do, a hundred rounds
Fight night, yo' life, outline, it's certain niggas I won't fuck with
It's certain niggas I won't fuck with
Like you, you, you, him and that nigga, I don't fuck with y'all niggas
I'm too busy countin' up until I see a hundred milly
Good riddance, my fingers itchy