I told bitch, I told that bitch I that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho!
I told that bitch give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that of nigga, scram, ho
These cars don't mean shit, hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't shit (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, shows don't mean shit (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
from the fabricated sabotages Conversated with a goin' Lambo crazy Bitch, you cut it, shawty, I'm 'bout to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I seen you flaunt Aye, that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchutola Aye, see how she react when no longer in your Bimmer Then she find out that the Bentley wasn't rented Can you sell a kilo? Help a nigga move a Oh, you the private jet to take a flight to Rio Can't no prevent a nigga from makin' mula Oh, you diggin' diggin' graveyard loser Ain't none of my American, King of Zamunda Let's have a heart-to-heart, wine, make art of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all make Pure fantasy, I see through it
I told that bitch give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Benz, bitch I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Lamb, ho I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who that kind of nigga, scram, ho
I told the girl I'm 'bout to the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these I'm goin' broke, a smile poured From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only Broken records from English, that's all it up and if I were, why would you throw a party? Affection is so when ballin' Correction, these don't mean it when fallin' I guess that's why Lois can't be with Kent Fly on a nigga back he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still Stop for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I care White downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down my memory sucks But this shit comes back up like some acid Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some zippers I was zippin' through the city and I give a fuck 1994 Toyota Cruiser because That bitch ain't never down on me, why would I do that to her? is it, symbolism, I'll pull up at a club And might not never buy a new car again, if I can it Cause if I buy one then they gon ten, then what I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could then, I'mma ride my fuckin' bike, or walk
I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, I told that I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of I told that bitch give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who that kind of nigga, scram, ho
I told that girl, I told that girl the truth Say she the greatest bitch I ever met, then show me some These girls be droppin' lies, these girls be makin' shit up She don't stand in my line, she tryna come to the front
Yeah, she love her country but hate cars For the shape of them, he'll you know all of them bitches is foreign If seems to be the color in fashion happens to all of this good black pussy he keep ignorin'? The world told him don't shit with orange The girl is only with him because he's Well go on angel, I don't blame you, don't yo head I know it's for you, get it like an IOU
She's so, I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you That pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah
I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Benz, bitch I 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 I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Lamb, ho I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Lamb, ho And I don't no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho
These cars don't mean shit, these don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these don't mean shit (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
We drive cars on the regular life that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' richer Without these vehicles, can we still gon' be together? me