(Chorus – Juicy J)
Ni**a wonder why
Like where I been
I ain’t f**king wit you
Real ni**as don’t talk, about the dirt they did
I ain’t f**king wit you
We used to be homies
I ain’t f**king wit you
Money look good on me don’t it?
I ain’t f**king wit you
I ain’t f**king wit you
I ain’t f**king wit you
I ain’t f**king wit you
I ain’t f**kin witg you
I ain’t f**kin witg you
Hell nah, I ain’t f**king wit you
I ain’t f**king wit you
I ain’t f**king wit you
(Verse 1 – Juicy J)
There’s certain ni**as I don’t f**k wit
There’s certain ni**as I don’t f**k wit
Cause I go hard, and I ain’t got time anymore
To waste all my goddamn floss
Seems every ni**a wants me to fall
Oh well, landing on my car
Forgiato wheel let’s keep it real
20 years in the game, still making mills
I thought everybody liked it
F*** ni**a don’t try me
Or end up in a situation you ain’t getting out of
Let me demonstrate a do,do, do, do, do, a hundred rounds
Fight night, yo life, outline
There’s certains ni**as I won’t f**k with
There’s certains ni**as I won’t f**k with
Like you, you, you, him, and that ni**a
I don’t f**k with y’all ni**as
I’m too busy counting up until I see a hundred milly
Good riddance, my fingers itchy
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Logic)
Hell nah, I ain’t f**king wit it
Actin like you bout it undercover wit it
I been working like a fiend, nah mean right?
I ain’t f**king wit it if it don’t seem right
Only time I be about it is if the cream right
Motherf**kers wanna gas like a green light
Till that s**t pop off and they out of sight
Ain’t no wonder why they never really bout it right
Stay up out my business I’ve been with this
Can I get a witness f**k around and end up on they hit list?
Oh, I ain’t f**king with it though
Mind on my money, give a f**k about a hoe
Money like mine, only come, never go
When you finna fall off?
Never though, bring that s**t back like we’ve been there before
Like you got it for low, like you got it like woah
Handle my business, I’m in this, I’m ready, I’m steady
This life is the only I know
F**k about another man talk about another man money
Get the f**k from me, Logic the realest
I don’t give a f**k if you hate this or feel this
As long as you feeling this d**k
Fronting in front of my eyes that sh*t be making me sick
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Juicy J)
Getting a blowjob in an old school Lamborghini Countach
I ain’t kick it with no ni**as I ain’t beefing with no ni**as
I’m just tryna get my pocket on Oprah
These ni**as bi**hes got my name in they mouth like Botox
Meanwhile I’ve been on my own s**t
Sitting on my throne getting bent like a crowbar
You gotta be about your money
Never let another motherf**ker count your money
The ni**as in your circle is not your homies
If they don’t f**k with you without your money
There’s certain ni**as I won’t f**k with
Thirsty ass ni**as on the internet keep me off your timeline
Fifty ni**as waiting at your door step
Gotta watch your homies can’t trust them all
They get your ass killed for that new car
Ni**as they hate, never met a ni**a who was motivated
Twenty million later and I’m still waiting
Thirty Six Mafia inspired you ni**as
Six ni**as from the mud still fly on you ni**as
Real ni**as respect real ni**as
I can’t give a f**k about the realest ni**a
Ni**a wonder why?
