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