Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) [feat. André 3000]

I told that bitch, I told that bitch

I told that bitch, I told that bitch

Yeah, this for the **** with Benzes and the **** without 'em

Scram, ho!

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about her Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about her Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about her Benz, bitch

And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship

Told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

And I don't want no bitch who did that kind of ****, scram, ho

These cars don't mean shit (Shit) these hoes don't mean shit (Shit)

These clothes don't mean shit (Shit) these shows don't mean shit (Shit)

(What you told her? What, what you told her?)

(What you told her? What, what you told her?)

These cars don't mean shit (Shit) these hoes don't mean shit (Shit)

These clothes don't mean shit (Shit) these shows don't mean shit (Shit)

(What you told her? What, what you told her?)

(What you told her? What, what you told her?)

Graduated from the fabricated sabotages

Conversated with a lady going Lambo crazy

Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, I'm bout to cut you off

Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just seen you flaunt

Aye, tell that girl you about to settle once you try it on

Aye, see how she react when you're no longer in your Bimmer

Then she find out that the Bentley wasn't really rented

Can you sell a kilo? Help a **** move a kilo

Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio

Can't no Maybach prevent a **** from making moola

Oh, you gold digging, digging, graveyard loser

Ain't none of my cars American, Kind of Zamunda

Let's have a heart to heart, drink wine, make art

Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG

Can you love a thug? It's all make believe

Pure fantasy, I see through it easily

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about her Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about her Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about her Benz, bitch

And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship

Told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of ****, scram, ho

Told the girl I'm about to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it

She go and told these folks I'm going broke, a smile poured

From my lips, 'cause if I'm broke it's only heartache

Broken records from broken English, that's all it

Hold up, and if I were, why would you throw a party? (Ain't happy)

Affection is so convenient when balling

Correction, these hoes don't mean it when falling (They don't mean it)

I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent

Fly on a **** back while he Superman

But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there?

Stop searching for words, I feel stupid man

The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care

White button downs and Emory scrubs

Had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks

But this shit comes back up like some acid reflux

Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers

I was zipping through the city and I don't give a fuck

1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because

That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why would I do that to her?

Simplism, symbolism, I'll pull up at a club

And might not never buy a new car again, if I can help it

'Cause if I buy one then they will sell ten, and what I'm left with?

Throw a **** one on this rim, then we might can talk

Till then I'ma ride my fucking bike, or walk

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about her Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch

And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship

Told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship

I told that girl, I told that girl, tell the truth

Say she the greates bitch I ever met, then show me some proof

These girls be dropping these lies, these girls me making shit up

She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna cut to the front

Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars

For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of them bitches is foreign

If yellow seems to be the color in fashion

What happens to all of this good black pussy he keep ignoring?

The world told him don't shit rhyme with orange

The girl only is with him because he's warm

Well go on angel, I don't blame you, don't hang your head

I know it's survival for you, get it like an IOU

She's so materialistic

I'm just enjoying life, I'm living life, you know

That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah

Pull at this skrr crib bumping Lil Boosie, yeah

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch

And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship

Told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

I told that bitch, I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho

And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of ****, scram, ho

These cars don't mean shit (Shit) these hoes don't mean shit (Shit)

These clothes don't mean shit (Shit) these shows don't mean shit (Shit)

(What you told her? What, what you told her?)

(What you told her? What, what you told her?)

We drive these cars on the regular

This life that I live is incredible

We gonna be fly whenever, we getting richer forever

Without these foreign vehicles, can we still be together?