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

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