lirik lagu no more friends – rich the kid
yeah
yes, sir
huh (big bank)
(painkid got all the sauce)
f*ck her in a chokehold like a wrestler (wrestler)
teach you how to get rich, the professor (professor)
told mama she raised a flexer (flex)
told my b*tch she rich forever (b*tch)
back then, i was broke, i was hustlin’ (hustlin’)
now me and the money be cuddlin’ (huh?)
i’ma pull out the stick, i ain’t tusslin’ (grrah)
i might step on a n*gga like timberlands (timberlands)
i’m so rich, i could never go broke again (broke again)
for my mama, i woke up and bought a benz (woo)
i be trippin’, i sleep with the f&n
i want racks, i want no more friends
yeah, i made two mill’ off a mixtape (mixtape)
like i seen a whole hundred like a pancake (what?)
h*ll nah, i don’t want a handshake (handshake)
ain’t worried ’bout b*tches, i money make (woo)
i was way in dubai when i crashed the wraith (dubai)
counted racks up this morning, was wide awake (wide awake)
my b*tch with me, help me count up the backend (yeah)
young n*gga get the m&ms (yeah)
i been a professional flexer (flexer)
pin her down, i’m a motherf*ckin’ wrestler (wrestler)
i put that b*tch on a stretcher (woo)
now she get called up for extras (b*tch)
f*ck her in a chokehold like a wrestler (wrestler)
teach you how to get rich, the professor (professor)
told mama she raised a flexer (flex)
told my b*tch she rich forever (b*tch)
back then, i was broke, i was hustlin’ (hustlin’)
now me and the money be cuddlin’ (huh?)
i’ma pull out the stick, i ain’t tusslin’ (grrah)
i might step on a n*gga like timberlands (timberlands)
i’m so rich, i could never go broke again (broke again)
for my mama, i woke up and bought a benz (woo)
i be trippin’, i sleep with the f&n
i want racks, i want no more friends (yeah, yeah)
who callin’ me?
this must be the money, it gotta be (what?)
be proud of me
before i sleep, i’ma pray for my enemies
b*tch, you ain’t rich, you pretend to be
got a b*tch so gutter from tennessee
he done turned to an opp, was a friend of me
these b*tches can’t get my energy (my energy)
these b*tches can’t ride my wave, no
tryna play with me, this ain’t play*doh (yeah, yeah)
took a whole thing like i’m fabo
got a bentley, color of the bankroll (rich)
f*ck her in a chokehold like a wrestler (wrestler)
teach you how to get rich, the professor (professor)
told mama she raised a flexer (flex)
told my b*tch she rich forever (b*tch)
back then, i was broke, i was hustlin’ (hustlin’)
now me and the money be cuddlin’ (huh?)
i’ma pull out the stick, i ain’t tusslin’ (grrah)
i might step on a n*gga like timberlands (timberlands)
i’m so rich, i could never go broke again (broke again)
for my mama, i woke up and bought a benz (woo)
i be trippin’, i sleep with the f&n
i want racks, i want no more friends (yeah, yeah)
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