Benz Friendz (Whatchutola)

Album: Honest (2014)
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  • I told that bitch, I told that bitch
    I told that bitch, I told that bitch
    Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em
    Scram, ho!

    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho

    These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit
    These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit
    (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
    (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

    These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit
    These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit
    (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
    (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

    Graduated from the fabricated sabotages
    Conversated with a lady goin' 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 'bout to settle, whatchutola
    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 nigga move a kilo
    Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio
    Can't no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin' mula
    Oh, you gold diggin' diggin' graveyard loser
    Ain't none of my cars American, King of Zamunda
    Let's have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art
    Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG
    Can you love a thug, is all make believe
    Pure fantasy, I see through it easily

    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho

    I told the girl I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it
    She go and told these folks I'm goin' broke, a smile poured
    From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only hearted
    Broken records from broken English, that's all it
    Hol' up and if I were, why would you throw a party?
    Affection is so convenient when ballin'
    Correction, these hoes don't mean it when fallin'
    I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent
    Fly on a nigga back while he Superman
    But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there?
    Stop searchin' 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 zippin' 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?
    Simple is it, 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 gon sell ten, then what I'm left with?
    Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk
    Til' then, I'mma ride my fuckin' bike, or walk

    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho

    I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth
    Say she the greatest bitch I ever met, then show me some proof
    These girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' shit up
    She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna come 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 ignorin'?
    The world told him don't shit rhyme with orange
    The girl is only with him because he's tourin'
    Well go on angel, I don't blame you, don't hang yo head
    I know it's survival for you, get it like an IOU

    She's so, materialistic
    I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you know?
    That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah
    Pull up at this girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah

    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
    And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
    And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho

    These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit
    These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit
    (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
    (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

    We drive these cars on the regular
    This life that I live is incredible
    We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' richer forever
    Without these foreign vehicles, can we still gon' be together?
    Tell me Writer/s: ANDRE BENJAMIN, BILLY VAUGHN, DAVID SHEATS, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, PATRICK BROWN, RAY MURRAY, RICO WADE
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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