Lyrics of 'No More Friends' by Rich The Kid

Yeah
Yes, sir
Huh (Big bank)
(Painkid got all the sauce)

Fuck 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 bitch she rich forever (bitch)

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 nigga 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?)
Hell nah, I don't want a handshake (handshake)
Ain't worried 'bout bitches, 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 bitch with me, help me count up the backend (yeah)
Young nigga get the M&Ms (yeah)

I been a professional flexer (flexer)
Pin her down, I’m a motherfuckin’ wrestler (wrestler)
I put that bitch on a stretcher (woo)
Now she get called up for extras (bitch)

Fuck 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 bitch she rich forever (bitch)

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 nigga 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

Bitch, you ain't rich, you pretend to be
Got a bitch so gutter from Tennessee
He done turned to an opp, was a friend of me
These bitches can't get my energy (my energy)

These bitches 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)

Fuck 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 bitch she rich forever (bitch)

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 nigga 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)