เนื้อเพลง Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) - Future

I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
And I don't want no b*tch who need to have that kind of friendship
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
And I don't want no b*tch who need that kind of n*gga, scram, ho

These cars don't mean sh*t, these hoes don't mean sh*t
These clothes don't mean sh*t, this show 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, this show don't mean sh*t
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

Graduated from the fabricated sabotages
Conversated with a lady goin' Lambo crazy
B*tch, 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 n*gga move a kilo
Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio
Can't no Maybach prevent a n*gga 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*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
And I don't want no b*tch who need to have that kind of friendship
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
And I don't want no b*tch who need that kind of n*gga, scram, ho

These cars don't mean sh*t, these hoes don't mean sh*t
These clothes don't mean sh*t, this show don't mean sh*t
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

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 n*gga 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 b*tton downs and Emory scrubs
Had to write her birthday down cuz my memory s*cks
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*ck
1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because
That b*tch 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 gon sell ten, then what I'm left with?
Throw a n*gga one on the strength, then we might could talk
Til then, I'mma ride my f*ckin' bike, or walk

I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
And I don't want no b*tch who need to have that kind of friendship
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
And I don't want no b*tch who need that kind of n*gga, scram, ho

I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth
Say she the greatest b*tch 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
[Andre 3000:]
Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars
For the shape of them, he'll have you know all them b*tches is foreign
If yellow seems to be the color in fashion
What happens to all this good black p*ssy 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
[Future:]
She's so
Multi-realistic, I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you know?
That worldwide p*ssy, yeah
Worldwide p*ssy, yeah
Pull up at a girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah

I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, b*tch
And I don't want no b*tch who need to have that kind of friendship
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that b*tch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
And I don't want no b*tch who need that kind of n*gga, scram, ho

These cars don't mean sh*t, these hoes don't mean sh*t
These clothes don't mean sh*t, this show 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, we still gon be together?
Yeah