I told that bitch, I told that I told that bitch, I told bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho!
I told that bitch I'on't 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 that kind of friendship I told that bitch give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho
cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't shit, these shows don't mean shit (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
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)
Graduated 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, tell that you 'bout to settle, whatchutola Aye, see how she react when you're no longer in your Then she out that the Bentley wasn't really rented Can you sell a kilo? a nigga move a kilo Oh, you want the jet to take a flight to Rio no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin' mula Oh, you gold diggin' graveyard loser none of my cars American, King of Zamunda Let's a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all make fantasy, I see through it easily
I told that bitch I'on't a fuck about a Benz, bitch 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 And I don't want no bitch who need to have kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Lamb, ho I told that bitch give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who that kind of nigga, scram, ho
I the girl I'm 'bout to sell 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 hearted Broken records from broken English, all it up and if I were, why would you throw a party? Affection is so when ballin' Correction, these hoes don't mean it fallin' I that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent Fly on a back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still searchin' for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still White button downs and scrubs Had to write her birthday down because my memory But shit comes back up like some acid reflux Or a Michael jacket with some plastic zippers I was zippin' through the city and I don't a fuck Toyota Land Cruiser because That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why would I do to her? Simple is it, symbolism, pull up at a club And not never buy a new car again, if I can help it Cause if I buy one then they gon sell ten, then what I'm left Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could then, I'mma ride my fuckin' bike, or walk
I told that I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch 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 to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Lamb, ho And I want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho
I told that girl, I that girl tell the truth Say she the greatest bitch I ever met, show me some proof girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' shit up She wanna 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 you know all of them bitches is foreign If yellow seems to be the color in What happens to all of good black pussy he keep ignorin'? The world told him don't shit rhyme orange The is only with him because he's tourin' Well go on angel, I don't you, don't hang yo head I know it's for you, get it like an IOU
so, materialistic I'm just life, I'm livin' life, you know? That worldwide pussy, yeah, pussy, yeah up at this girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah
I told that bitch I'on't a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Benz, bitch I told that I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no who need to have that kind of friendship 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 I told 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, these hoes don't shit These clothes don't mean shit, shows don't mean shit (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
We drive these cars on the life that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' forever Without foreign vehicles, can we still gon' be together? me