I told that bitch, I told bitch I told that bitch, I told bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas '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 that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have kind of friendship I told bitch I'on't 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 bitch who need that of nigga, scram, ho
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These cars 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)
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 just seen you Aye, tell that girl you to settle, whatchutola Aye, see how she react when no longer in your Bimmer she find 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 Can't no Maybach prevent a nigga from mula Oh, you gold diggin' graveyard loser 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 a thug, is all make believe Pure fantasy, I see it easily
I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Benz, bitch I that bitch I'on't 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 kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that 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 that kind of nigga, scram, ho
I told the I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these folks I'm goin' broke, a poured From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's hearted Broken records from English, that's all it Hol' up and if I were, why would you a party? is so convenient when ballin' Correction, hoes don't mean it when fallin' I guess that's why Lois be with Clark Kent Fly on a back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you there? Stop for words, I feel stupid, man The is the Pittsburgh, I still care button downs and Emory scrubs Had to her birthday down because my memory sucks But this shit comes up like some acid reflux Or a Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers I was zippin' the city and I don't give a fuck Toyota Land Cruiser because That bitch ain't never down on me, why would I do that to her? Simple is it, symbolism, I'll up at a club 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 I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that I'on't give 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 kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck 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
I that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the greatest bitch I met, then show me some proof These girls be droppin' these lies, girls be makin' shit up She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the
Yeah, she love her country but American cars For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of bitches is foreign If yellow to be the color in fashion What happens to all of this good black he keep ignorin'? The world told him don't shit rhyme with The girl is only him because he's tourin' Well go on angel, I blame you, don't hang yo head I know survival for you, get it like an IOU
so, materialistic I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm life, you know? worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah
I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, 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 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 that 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
These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't shit These clothes mean shit, these shows 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 richer forever Without these vehicles, can we still gon' be together? me