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Benz Friendz (Whatchutola)

Future, André 300022 Apr 2014

Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) Lyrics

(Explicit) - Future/André 3000

I told that b**ch I told that b**ch

I told that b**ch I told that b**ch

I told that b**ch I told that b**ch

Yeah this for the niggas with Benzes

And the niggas without 'em

Scram ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need to have that kind of friendship

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need that kind of ni**a scram ho

These cars don't mean sh*t

These hoes don't mean sh*t

These clothes don't mean sh*t

These shows don't mean sh*t

(Whatchutola what whatchutola)

(Whatchutola what whatchutola)

These cars don't mean sh*t

These hoes don't mean sh*t

These clothes don't mean sh*t

These shows don't mean sh*t

(Whatchutola what whatchutola)

(Whatchutola what whatchutola)

 

Graduated from the fabricated sabotages

 

Conversated with a lady goin' Lambo crazy

B**ch 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

Whatchu tired of

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 ni**a move a kilo

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

Can't no Maybach prevent a ni**a

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 b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need to have that kind of friendship

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need that kind of ni**a 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 ni**a back while he Superman

But if I'm in a wheelchair you still there

Stop searchin' for words

I feel stupid man

The sh*t is the Pittsburgh

I still care

White button downs and Emory scrubs

Had to write her birthday down

Because my memory sucks

But this sh*t 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 f**k

1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because

That b**ch 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 they gon sell ten

Then what I'm left with

Throw a ni**a one on the strength

Then we might could talk

Til' then I will ride my f**kin' bike or walk

Eh

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need to have that kind of friendship

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need that kind of ni**a scram ho

I told that girl I told that girl tell the truth

Say she the realest b**ch I ever met

Then show me some proof

These girls be droppin' these lies

These girls be makin' sh*t 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 b**ches is foreign

If yellow seems to be the color in fashion

What happens to all of this good black

P**sy he keep ignorin'

 

The world told him don't sh*t 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 p**sy yeah

Worldwide p**sy yeah

Pull up at this girl crib bumpin'

Lil' Boosie yeah

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz b**ch

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need to have that kind of friendship

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

I told that b**ch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho

And I don't want no b**ch

Who need that kind of ni**a scram ho

These cars don't mean sh*t

These hoes don't mean sh*t

These clothes don't mean sh*t

These shows don't mean sh*t

(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