conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Benz Friendz (Whatchutola) with the following description: 
  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. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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