Listen to I Don't F**k With You (feat. E-40) by Big Sean

I Don't F**k With You (feat. E-40)

Big Sean

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
DJ Rogers
DJ Rogers
Sampled Artist
E-40
E-40
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Willie Hansbro
Willie Hansbro
Songwriter
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Dwane Weir II
Dwane Weir II
Songwriter
DJ Rogers
DJ Rogers
Songwriter
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Songwriter
Mikely "Mike Free" Adam
Mikely "Mike Free" Adam
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Mikely "Mike Free" Adam
Mikely "Mike Free" Adam
Additional Producer
Key Wane
Key Wane
Additional Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Recording Engineer
Maximilian Jaeger
Maximilian Jaeger
Recording Engineer
Miguel Maloles
Miguel Maloles
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
David Baker
David Baker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Uh-huh I don't f- with you You little stupid a- (woah) I ain't f- with you You little, you little dumb a- (woah) I ain't f- with you I got a million trillion things I'd rather f- do Than to be f- with you Little stupid a-, I don't give a f- I don't give a f-, I don't, I don't, I don't give a f- Look, I don't give a f- about you or anything that you do Don't give a f- about you or anything that you do I heard you gotta new man, I see you takin' a pic (woah) Then you post it up, thinking that its making me sick Brr, brr, I see you calling I be making it quick I'ma answer that sh- like, "I don't f- with you" B- I got no feelings to go I swear I had it up to here, got no ceilings to go I mean for real, f- how you feel F- your two cents if it ain't going towards the bill, yeah And everyday I wake up celebrating sh-, why? 'Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy b-, 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 (B-I-G) These h- 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 b- a trilogy And you know I'm rolling w- that's f- up the ozone I got a b- that text me she ain't got no clothes on And then another one text, then your a- next And I'm gonna text your a- back like I don't f- with you You little stupid a- (woah) I ain't f- with you You little, you little dumb a- (woah) I ain't f- with you I got a million trillion things I'd rather f- do Than to be f- with you Little stupid a-, I don't give a f- I don't give a f-, I don't, I don't, I don't give a f- Look, I don't give a f- about you or anything that you do Don't give a f- about you or anything that you do Got a million things on my mind Executive deals online, limited amount of time Chasing these dollar signs and you ain't on your grind You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D F- off fetti I could've put on property From the Bay to the Murder Mitten My n- put m- missions She choose him that's her decision Free my n- in prison On the phone with a b- who can't do sh- For a pimp but make a n- hella rich (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 shes into me, her cheddar shes giving me I make a b- stand out 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? (Bad news) Say you want me to win, but hope I lose (hope I lose) Asking why I rock with other n- in the crew But them n- cool, it's just that B-, I don't f- with you (lil bia-) You little stupid a- (woah) I ain't f- with you (uh-uh) You little, you little dumb a- (woah) I ain't f- with you I got a million trillion things I'd rather f- do Than to be f- with you Little stupid a-, I don't give a f- I don't give a f-, I don't, I don't, I don't give a f- Look, I don't give a f- about you or anything that you do Don't give a f- about you or anything that you do 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 building but I'm tryna take it to the top floor I swear I hear some new bullsh- every day I'm wakin' up It seems like nowadays everybody breakin' up That sh- can break you down if you lose a good girl I guess you need a bad b- 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 (woah) Feel me when you get a fine b- Don't forget to read the fine print Life got me meditating 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 doing cool But still stupid a- b- I ain't f- with you Little stupid a- b- I ain't f- with I ain't f-, I ain't, I ain't f- with you I ain't f- with you (Straight up)
Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Kanye Omari West, Sean Michael Anderson, Willie Antonio Hansbro Jr., Dacoury Dahi Natche, Earl T. Stevens, Dewayne Julius Jr. Rogers, Dwane M. Ii Weir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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