Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) Lyrics

Artist: Future (Featuring Andre 3000)
Album: Honest
Year: 2014

[Intro – Andre 3000]
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 hoe

[Hook – Andre 3000]
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
And I don’t want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
Told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram hoe

[Bridge – Future & (Andre 3000)]
These cars don’t mean shit
These hoes don’t mean shit
These clothes don’t mean shit
These shows don’t mean shit
Whoaaaaa
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
Whoaaaaa
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
These cars don’t mean shit
These hoes don’t mean shit
These clothes don’t mean shit
These shows don’t mean shit
Whoaaaaa
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
Whoaaaaa
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1 – Future]
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 see your flaw
Ay tell that girl you ’bout to settle, whatchu tired of?
Ay, see how she react when you’re no longer in your Beemer
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?
Ain’t no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin’ mula
Oh you gold diggin’? Diggin-graveyard loser
Ain’t none of my cars American, King of Zamunda
Let’s have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art
Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG
Can you love a thug? Is all make believe
Pure fantasy, I see through it easily

[Hook – Andre 3000]
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
And I don’t want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
Told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram hoe

[Verse 2 – Andre 3000]
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 heart ache
Broken records from broken English, that’s all it
Hold up and if I were, why would you throw a party?
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 down and Emory scrubs
I 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 zippin’ through the city and I don’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?
Simplism, 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 will sell ten and what I’m left with?
Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might-can talk
Till then I will ride my fuckin’ bike, or walk
Eh?

[Hook – Andre 3000]
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
And I don’t want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
Told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram hoe

[Verse 3 – Future]
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

[Verse 4 – Andre 3000]
Yeahhh, 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 ignorin’?
The world told him don’t shit rhyme with orange
The girl is only with him because he’s borin’
Well go on angel, I don’t blame you, don’t hang yo’ head
I know it’s survival for you, get it like an IOU

[Verse 5 – Future]
She’s so materialistic
I’m just enjoyin’ life, I’m livin’ life, you know?
That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah
Pull up at this girl crib bumpin’ Lil Boosie, yeah

[Hook – Andre 3000]
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
And I don’t want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
Told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
I told that bitch I don’t give a fuck about a Lamb, hoe
And I don’t want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram hoe

[Bridge – Future & (Andre 3000)]
These cars don’t mean shit
These hoes don’t mean shit
These clothes don’t mean shit
These shows don’t mean shit
Whoaaaaa
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
Whoaaaaa
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

[Outro – Future]
We drive these cars on the regular
This life that I live is incredible
We gon’ be flyin’ wherever, we gettin’ richer forever
Without these foreign vehicles, can we still be together?
Tell me