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 f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 (Whatchutola what whatchutola) (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 (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 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 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 f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k 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 f**kin' bike or walk Eh I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Benz bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k about a Lamb ho I told that bitch I'on't give a f**k 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 (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