No More Friends

Yeah

Yes sir

Huh (big bank)

(Painkid got all the sauce)

Put you in a chokehold like a wrestler (wrestler)

Teach you how to get rich, the professor (proffes')

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 can never go 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

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 bitches, I money make

I was way in Dubai when I crashed the Wraith

Cut her brakes, so this mornin' 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

Pin her down, I'm motherfuckin' wrestler (wrestler)

I put that bitch on the stretcher (woo)

Now, she get caught up for inches

Put you in a chokehold like a wrestler (wrestler)

Teach you how to get rich, the professor (proffes')

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 can never go 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 got to be (what?)

Be proud of me, before I sleep I'ma pray on my enemies

Bitch, you ain't rich, pretend to be

Got a bitch so gutter from Tennessee

He done turned to a opp, was a friend to me

These bitches can't get my energy

These bitches can't ride my wave, no

Tryna play with me, this ain't play dough

Took a whole thing like I'm Fabo

Got a Bentley color of the bankroll (what?)

Put you in a chokehold like a wrestler (wrestler)

Teach you how to get rich, the professor (proffes')

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 can never go 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)