Songtext von Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) (feat. André 3000)

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, this show 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, [?] 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