text: 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 Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho 
  And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho
  These cars dont mean shit 
  These hoes dont mean shit 
  These clothes dont mean shit 
  These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh
  Whatchutola, what, whatchutola 
  Whatchutola, what, whatchutola
  These cars dont mean shit 
  These hoes dont mean shit 
  These clothes dont mean shit 
  These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh
  Whatchutola, what, whatchutola 
  Whatchutola, what, whatchutola 
  Graduated from the fabricated sabotages
  Conversated with a lady goin Lambo crazy
  Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, Im bout to cut you off
  Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I can seen your flaw
  Ayy, tell that girl you bout to sell the work cause you tired of it
  And see how she react when youre no longer in your Bimmer
  Then she find out that the Bentley wasnt 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?
  Cant no Maybach prevent a nigga from making mula
  Oh, you gold-diggin, diggin, graveyard loser
  Aint none of my cars American, King of Zamunda 
  Lets 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 Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho
  I told the girl Im bout to sell the Porsche, Im tired of it
  She go and told these folks Im goin broke, a smile poured
  From my lips, cause if Im broke, its only -hearted
  Broken records from broken English, thats all it
  Hol up, and if I were, why?
  Would you throw a party? 
  Affection is so convenient when ballin
  Correction: These hoes dont mean it when fallin
  I guess thats why Lois cant be with Clark Kent
  Fly on a nigga back while he Superman
  But if Im 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 zipping through the city and Iont give a fuck
  1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because
  That bitch aint never broke down on me
  Why would I do that to her?
  Simple-ism, symbolism, Ill 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, and what Im left with?
  Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk 
  Til then, I will ride my fuckin bike, or walk—ehh
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  And I dont 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 dont wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front
  Yeah-uh, she love her country but hate American cars
  For the shape of them, hell 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 ignoring?
  The world told him didnt shit rhyme with orange
  The girl is only with him because hes touring
  Well, go on, angel, I dont blame you, dont hang yo head
  I know its survival for you, get it like a IOU
  Shes so materialistic
  Im just enjoying life, Im living life, you know?
  That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah
  Pull up at this girl crib bumping Lil Boosie, yeah
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
  And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho
  And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho
  These cars dont mean shit 
  These hoes dont mean shit 
  These clothes dont mean shit 
  These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh
  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 be together? Tell me