Lyrics

[Intro: André 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, ho) Eh [Chorus: Andre 3000 & Future] I told the 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, ho" I told that bitch, "I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho" I told that bitch, "I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho" (Yeah) And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga (Yeah), scram, ho [Post-Chorus: Future & André 3000] 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) [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 Ayy, tell that girl you 'bout to sell them whips you tired of 'em Ayy, see how she react when you're no longer in your Bimmer? And she found 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 moolah 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 (Yea) Can you love a thug? It's all make-believe Pure fantasy, I see through it easily (Yeah) [Chorus: André 3000] I told the 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, ho" I told that bitch, "I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho" I told that bitch, "I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho" And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho [Verse 2: André 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, '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? (Hatin' ass bitch) Affection is so convenient when ballin' (Ballin') Correction these hoes don't mean it when fallin' (They don't mean it) I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent (Woo) Fly on a nigga back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, ya still there? (Still there) Stop searchin' for words, I feel stupid man (Stupid man) This shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care (Yeah) White button down 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 in a 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 will sell ten, and what I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might can talk (Hey, hey, hey, hey, woah) 'Til then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk, yeah [Chorus: André 3000] I told the 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 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 [Verse 3: André 3000 & Future] I told that girl, I told the 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 cut to the front Yeahhh She love her country, but hate American cars for the shape of dem He'll have you know, all of his bitches foreign If yellow seem to be the color in fashion, what happens to all of the good Black pussy he keep ignorin'? The world told him didn't shit rhyme with "orange" The girl only is with him because he pourin' Well, go on, angel, I don't blame ya, don't hang ya head I know it's survival for you, get it like a I.O.U.  She's so materialistic, I'm just enjoying life I'm living life, you know? Shit worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at this girl crib, bumping Lil' Boosie, yeah [Chorus: André 3000] I told the 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, ho" I told that bitch, "I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho" I told that bitch, "I don't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho" And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho [Post-Chorus: Future & André 3000] 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? [Outro: Future] We drive these cars on the regular This life that I live is incredible We gon' be flyin' whenever, we gettin' richer forever Without these foreign vehicles, can we still be together? Tell me