I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho! 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, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) 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 just seen your flaw Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchu tired of? Aye, 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 Can'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 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, 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 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 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 gon sell ten, then what I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk Til' then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk Eh? 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, 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 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 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 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, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (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 gon' be together? Tell me

Shawdy just told me she needed a boss (Woah, Yeah) I be like shawdy you know what it costs Been living like that, been living like this Shawdy know she bad she been that bitch (Ohh) If she spit on the dick I might put her in Ricks When we out of the state I be taking her pics She showing her body she making them sick They wishing they wouldn't have fumbled on this Way I treat your body got you thinking (Thinking) That we could do this every single night, and you right Girl I knew it was on your mind (Woah) You walked in the door looking nice, you just right We just might need to take our time, and not waste this time This sacred time, to shake your mind To make this mine, forever mine Shawdy just told me she needed a boss (Woah, Yeah) I be like shawdy you know what it costs Been living like that, been living like this Shawdy know she bad she been that bitch (Ohh) If she spit on the dick I might put her in Ricks When we out of the state I be taking her pics She showing her body she making them sick They wishing they wouldn't have fumbled on this