Future, André 3000 - Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) lyrics

I told that bitch, I told that bitch
I told that bitch, I told that bitch (yeah)
I told that bitch, I told that bitch
Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes
And the niggas without 'em scram, ho! (Ehh)

I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told 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 friendship
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
(yeah) and I don't want no bitch who


Need that kind of nigga scram, ho

These cars don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These hoes don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These clothes don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These shows don't mean shit, ho oh
Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (Ho oh)
Whatchutola, what, whatchutola
These cars don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These hoes don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These clothes don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These shows don't mean shit, ho oh
Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (Ho oh)
Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (yeah yeah)

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 can seen your flaw
Ayy, tell that girl you 'bout to sell
The work 'cause you tired of it
And 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 making mula
Oh, you gold-diggin', diggin'
Graveyard loser
Ain't none of my cars American
King of Zamunda (Hey)
Let's have a heart-to heart, drink wine
Make art (Whoa oh)
Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG (Ayy)
Can you love a thug, is all make-believe
Pure fantasy, I see through it easily (Ehh)

I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told 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 friendship
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck 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, 'cause 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? (Can't have it)
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 zipping through the city
And I'on't give a fuck
1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because
That bitch ain't never broke down on me
Why would I do that to her?
Simple-ism, 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
And what I'm left with?
Throw a nigga one on the strength
Then we might could talk (Hey)
'Til then, I will ride my fuckin' bike
Or walk ehh

I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told 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 friendship
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck 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 uh
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 ignoring?
The world told him didn't
Shit rhyme with "orange"
The girl is only with
Him because he's touring
Well, go on, angel, I don't blame you
Don't hang yo head
I know it's survival for you
Get it like a IOU she's so materialistic
I'm just enjoying life, I'm living life
You know?
That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy
Yeah pull up at this girl
Crib bumping Lil' Boosie, yeah

I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told 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 friendship
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give
A fuck 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 (Uh, uh)
These hoes don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These clothes don't mean shit (Uh, uh)
These shows don't mean shit, ho oh
Whatchutola, what, whatchutola (Ho oh)
Whatchutola, what, whatchutola

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 be together? Tell me