Mase - I Dont f** With You (Remix) lyrics

(Hook) I don't f** wit ya You lil stupid a** b**h, I ain't f**ing wit ya You lil, you lil dumb a** b**h, I ain't f**ing wit ya I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**ing do Than to be f**ing wit ya Lil 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** b**h, I don't give a f** bout ya or anything that ya do Don't give a f** bout ya or anything that ya do (Verse: Mase) All otha things on my mind is cuttin' off And all she be thinkin' of is s**in' me off Since she know it all you can figure it out 1:15 new chick in the house, 2:15 I was kicking her out 3:15 she realized it's cold, 4:15 she was cutting my clothes Calling up the locksmith, switching the code And I ain't thinkin' bout my muthaf**in' break-up Becuz the get weather when she make up And I ain't trippin', I ain't slippin', I ain't flippin' I ain't tryna be comited to no chicken, got no piece up(?) My ex say she gon' have to pick her face up She gon' be like the stinker got his taste up My chick so pretty like the hitter with the face up And so many things, the best thing was the break-up Come on, yeah! (Hook) I don't f** wit ya You lil stupid a** b**h, I ain't f**ing wit ya You lil, you lil dumb a** b**h, I ain't f**ing wit ya I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**ing do Than to be f**ing wit ya Lil 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** b**h, I don't give a f** bout ya or anything that ya do Don't give a f** bout ya or anything that ya do (Verse 2: Big Sean) I heard ya got a new man, I see ya taking a pic Then ya post it up, thinkin' that its makin' me sick I see ya callin', I be making it quick I'mma answer that sh** like I don't f** with ya b**h I got no feelins to go I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilins to go I mean fo' real, f** how ya feel! f** yo two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah And erryday I wake up celebratin' sh**, why? Cuz I just dodged the bullet from a crazy b**h 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 errythin' 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 b**h a trilogy And ya know I'm rolling weed that's f**ing up the ozone I got a b**h that text me, she ain't got no clothes on And then anotha one text, then yo a** next And I'm gonna text yo a** back like (Hook) I don't f** wit ya You lil stupid a** b**h, I ain't f**ing wit ya You lil dumb a** b**h, I ain't f**ing wit ya I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**ing do Than to be f**ing wit ya Lil 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** b**h, I don't give a f** bout ya or anything that ya do Don't give a f** bout ya or anything that ya do (Verse 3: Big Sean) I got a new chick that I gotta thank God fo' I got a new whip that I gotta thank a lot fo' 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** erry day I'm waking up It seems like nowadays errybody breaking up That sh** can break ya down if ya lose a good girl I guess ya need a bad b**h to come around and make it up I guess drama makes fo' the best content Errythin' got a bad side, even a conscience Now you're drinking till ya unconscious Feel me when ya get a fine b**h Just don't foget 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 ya doing cool But still stupid a** b**h I ain't f**ing wit ya Little stupid a** I ain't f**in with I ain't f**in', I ain't I ain't f**ing wit ya I ain't f**in' with ya