FUTURE – Benz Friendz (Watchutola)

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ft. Andre 3000

I told that bitch, I told that bitch
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, hoe!

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
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, hoe

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 going Lambo crazy
Bitch, you better cut it short, 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 Beamer
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 digging digging 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 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
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, hoe

I told the girl I’m ’bout 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 hearted
Broken records from broken English, that’s all it
Hold up and if I were, why? Would you throw a party?
Affection is so convenient when balling
Correction: these hoes don’t mean it when falling
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 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?
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 they gonna sell ten, then what I’m left with?
Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk
Till then I will ride my fucking bike, or walk

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
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, hoe

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 dropping these lies, these girls be making 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 ignoring?
The world told him don’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 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 up at this girl 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
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, hoe

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 gonna be fly whenever, we getting richer forever
Without these foreign vehicles, can we still be together?
Tell me



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