Future - Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) lyrics

(feat. André 3000) [Pre-Hook: Andre 3000] I told that b**h I'on't give a f** about a Benz, b**h I told that b**h I'on't give a f** about a Benz, b**h I told that b**h I'on't give a f** about a Benz, b**h And I don't want no b**h who need to have that kind of friendship I told that b**h I'on't give a f** about a Lamb, ho I told that b**h I'on't give a f** about a Lamb, ho I told that b**h I'on't give a f** about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no b**h who need that kind of n***a, scram, ho [Hook: Future (Andre 3000) x2] These cars don't mean sh**, these hoes don't mean sh** These clothes don't mean sh**, this show don't mean sh** (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) [Verse 1: Future] Graduated from the fabricated sabotages Conversated with a lady goin' Lambo crazy b**h, you better cut it, shawty, I'm 'bout to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just seen you flaunt Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchu tired of? Aye, 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 n***a move a kilo Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio Can't no Maybach prevent a n***a 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 [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Verse 2: Andre 3000] 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, cuz 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? 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 n***a back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there? Stop searchin' for words, I feel stupid man The sh** is the Pittsburgh, I still care White bu*ton downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down cuz my memory s**s But this sh** 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 f** 1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because That b**h ain't never broke down on me, why would I do that to her? Simple is it, 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, then what I'm left with? Throw a n***a one on the strength, then we might could talk Til then, I'mma ride my f**in' bike, or walk [Pre-Hook] [Verse 3:] [Future:] I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the greatest b**h I ever met, then show me some proof These girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' sh** up She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front [Andre 3000:] Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars For the shape of them, he'll have you know all them b**hes is foreign If yellow seems to be the color in fashion What happens to all this good black p**y he keep ignorin'? The world told him don't sh** rhyme with orange The girl is only with him because he's tourin' 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 [Future:] She's so Multi-realistic, I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you know? That worldwide p**y, yeah Worldwide p**y, yeah Pull up at a girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Outro: Future] 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, we still gon be together? Yeah