Benz Friendz (Whatchutola)

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 ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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
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These cars don't mean shit
These hoes don't mean shit
These clothes don't mean shit
These shows don't mean shit
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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
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 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 f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k
1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because
That bitch 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 nigga one on the strength
Then we might could talk
Til' then I will ride my f**kin' bike or walk
Eh
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I 'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 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 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 f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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
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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