Rich The Kid – No More Friends Lyrics

No More Friends Lyrics by Rich The Kid

[Intro] Yeah
Yes sir
Huh (Big bank)
(Painkid got all the sauce)

[Chorus] fvck her in a chokehold like a wrestler (Wrestler)
Teach you get rich, the professor (Proffes’)
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’ma step on a niqqa like Timberlands (Timberlands)
I’m so rich, I can never go broke again
Told 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

[Verse 1] Huh, I made two mill’ off a mixtape
Like I seen a whole hundred like a pancake (What?)
Hell nah, I don’t want a handshake
Ain’t worried ’bout B!tches, I money make
I was way in Dubai when I crashed the Wraith
Cut her brakes this mornin’, so, I was wide awake (Wide awake)
My B!tch with me, so, we count up the backend (Yeah)
Young niqqa get the M&Ms (Yeah)
I been a professional flexer
Pin it down, I’m motherfvckin’ wrestler (Wrestler)
I put that B!tch on the stretcher (Woo)
Now, she get caught [?] (B!tch)

 

[Chorus] Park it in the truck house like a wrestler (Wrestler)
Teach you get rich, the professor (Proffes’)
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’ma step on a niqqa like Timberlands (Timberlands)
I’m so rich, I can never go broke again
Told 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)

[Verse 2] Who callin’ me? This must be the money it got to be (What?)
Big proud of me, before I sleep, I pray on my enemies
B!tch, you ain’t rich, pretend to be
Got a B!tch so gutter from Tennessee
Hitter turned to a opp, he was a friend to me
These B!tch can’t get my energy
These B!tch can’t ride my wave, no
Tryna play with me, this ain’t Play Dough
Took the whole thing like a [Fabo?] Got a Bentley color of the [?] (Rich)

 

[Chorus] Park it in the truck house like a wrestler (Wrestler)
Teach you get rich, the professor (Proffes’)
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’ma step on a niqqa like Timberlands (Timberlands)
I’m so rich, I can never go broke again
Told 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)