I Don’t Fuck with You Big Sean (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh
Fuck

[Pre-Chorus: Big Sean]
(Mustard on the beat, ho) I don't fuck wit' you
You lil' stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
You lil', you lil' dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you (You,) lil' stupid ass

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a
Fuck about you, or anything that you do
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't
Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do
I don't give a fuck, uh

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic (Woah)
Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick
Brr brr, I see you callin', I be makin' it quick
I'ma answer that shit like, "I don't fuck wit'-
Chu, bitch, I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean, for real, fuck how you feel
Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah
And every day I wake up celebratin' shit, why?
‘Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch, I
Stuck to my guns (Woah,) that's what made me rich
That's what put me on, that's what got me here, that's what made me this (This)
And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G)
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 bitch a trilogy
And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone
I got a bitch that text me she ain't got no clothes on (Swerve)
And then another one text (Swerve, swerve,) then your ass next
And I'ma text your ass back, like—