Future Benz Friendz Lyrics
Benz Friendz by Future
[Pre-Hook: Andre 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
[Hook: Future (Andre 3000) x2]
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)
[Verse: 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 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
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
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
[Hook: Future (Andre 3000) x2]
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)
[Verse: 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 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
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]