Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) Lyrics

[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
This for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em
Scram, ho! (Ehh)

[Chorus: Andre 3000 & Future]
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 (Yeah)
And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—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 work 'cause you tired of it
And 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 making mula
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 (Ayy)
Can you love a thug, is all make-believe
Pure fantasy, I see through it easily (Ehh)

[Chorus: 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
[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? (Can't have it)
Affection is so convenient when ballin'
Correction: These hoes don't mean it when fallin'
I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent
Fly on a nigga back while he Superman
But if I'm 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 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 gon' sell ten, and what I'm left with?
Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk (Hey)
'Til then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk—eh
[Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: André 3000 & Future]
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 don't 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, he'll 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 didn't shit rhyme with "orange"
The girl is only with him because he's touring
Well, go on, angel, I don't blame you, don't hang your head
I know it's survival for you, get it like a IOU
She's so materialistic
I'm just enjoying life, I'm living life, you know?
That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah
Pull up at this girl crib bumping Lil' Boosie, yeah


[Chorus: 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

[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 fly whenever, we gettin' richer forever
Without these foreign vehicles, can we still be together? Tell me

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Genius Annotation

Andre 3000 is awesome on Benz Friendz. His deadpan delivery is razor sharp. His layered, multi-dimensional approach to songwriting is indelible. You can almost feel his inquisitive fingers pushing each hook farther into the stratosphere.

Of course, Three-Stacks is awesome on everything. But in the case of Benz Friendz, Future won’t completely hand over the keys. That is what makes the cut so special. Every time one pop-maestro raises the stakes, the other calls, then raises again. The verse-chorus structure eventually spins out, spiraling into four completely unique hooks, each seemingly good enough to be it’s own song. It’s glorious, meticulous, and almost didn’t happen. In fact, they added it post-mix. Future said in an interview with NPR:

We kept saying, “Man, it’s missing something. We gotta add those different textures over the track.” He kept telling me like, “Man, you always want to keep going back over it over and over and over and see something you can hear. Every time you listen to the track, once they mix it, you might hear something else you want to put on the track. You can’t be afraid to do it again just because you mixed the record. I know they spending they money on the mix but, man, you gotta do what’s in your heart to make the track complete.” So after we mixed it a few times, man, we went back over, did the third verse, did the intro and we built. Went in like, we built on that track for a few weeks.

This track is also a bit of a family affair. Rico Wade, part of the seminal production group Organized Noise—responsible for much of Outkast’s classic material (and this track)—is also Future’s cousin. This might explain why it differs sonically, compared to the rest of the album. Even future said:

It sound like a Future/OutKast record.

Well, whatever it takes. So long as this is the result, we can only hope for more.

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