Future — Benz Friendz Whatchutola

[Intro: André 3000] I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch (Yeah) I told that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho! (Ehh) [Chorus: Andre 3000 & Future] 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 (Yeah) And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho [Bridge: Future & André 3000] These cars don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These hoes don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These clothes don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These shows don't mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (Ho-oh) Whatchutola, what, whatchutola These cars don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These hoes don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These clothes don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These shows don't mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (Ho-oh) Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (Yeah-yeah) [Verse 1: Future] 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 can seen your flaw Ayy, tell that girl you 'bout to sell the work 'cause you tired of it And 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 making mula Oh, you gold-diggin', diggin', graveyard loser Ain't none of my cars American, King of Zamunda (Hey) Let's have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art (Whoa-oh) Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG (Ayy) Can you love a thug, is all make-believe Pure fantasy, I see through it easily (Ehh) [Chorus: André 3000] 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 [Verse 2: André 3000] 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, 'cause 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? (Can't have it) 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 zipping through the city and I'on'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-ism, 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, and what I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk (Hey) 'Til then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk—ehh [Chorus: André 3000] 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 [Verse 3: André 3000 & Future] I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the realest 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-uh, 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 didn't shit rhyme with "orange" The girl is only with him because he's touring Well, go on, angel, I don't blame you, don't hang yo head I know it's survival for you, get it like a IOU She's so materialistic I'm just enjoying life, I'm living life, you know? That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at this girl crib bumping Lil' Boosie, yeah [Chorus: André 3000] 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 [Bridge: Future & André 3000] These cars don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These hoes don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These clothes don't mean shit (Uh-uh) These shows don't mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (Ho-oh) Whatchutola, what, whatchutola [Outro: Future] 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 be together? Tell me