[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 n***as with Benzes, and the n***as without 'em
(Scram, ho!) Eh!
[Chorus: Andre 3000 & Future]
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 (Yeah)
And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of n***a—scram, ho
[Refrain: 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 seen your flaw
Ayy, tell that girl you 'bout to sell the whip, she tired of 'em
Ayy, 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 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 (Ehh)
[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 n***a—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'
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 n***a back while he Superman
But if I'm in a wheelchair, ya still there?
Stop searchin' for worse – I feel 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 zip-ups
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 n***a one on the strength... then we might can talk (Hey!)
'Til then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk—eh
[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 n***a–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'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 n***a—scram, ho
[Refrain: 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...
