No More Friends歌词-Rich The Kid

No More Friends歌词由Rich The Kid演唱，出自专辑《No More Friends》，下面是《No More Friends》完整版歌词！

No More Friends歌词完整版

No More Friends - Rich The Kid

Lyrics by：Dimitri Roger/Mykola Dubnya

Composed by：Dimitri Roger/Mykola Dubnya

Yeah

Yes sir

Huh

Painkid got all the sauce

Put you in a chokehold like a wrestler

Teach you how to get rich the professor

Told mama she raised a flexer

Told my ***** she rich forever

Back then I was broke I was hustlin'

Now me and the money be cuddlin'

I'ma pull out the stick I ain't tusslin'

I might step on a n***a like Timberlands

I'm so rich I can never go broke again

For my mama I woke up and bought a Benz

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 ******* 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 ***** with me help me count up the backend

Yeah

Young n***a get the M&Ms yeah

I been a professional flexer

Pin her down I'm ************* wrestler

Wrestler

I put that ***** 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

Told mama she raised a flexer

Told my ***** she rich forever

Back then I was broke I was hustlin'

Now me and the money be cuddlin'

I'ma pull out the stick I ain't tusslin'

I might step on a n***a like Timberlands

I'm so rich I can never go broke again

For my mama I woke up and bought a Benz

I be trippin' I sleep with the F&N

I want racks I want no more friends

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

***** you ain't rich pretend to be

Got a ***** so gutter from Tennessee

He done turned to a opp was a friend to me

These ******* can't get my energy

These ******* 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

Teach you how to get rich the professor

Told mama she raised a flexer

Told my ***** she rich forever

Back then I was broke I was hustlin'

Now me and the money be cuddlin'

I'ma pull out the stick I ain't tusslin'

I might step on a n***a like Timberlands

I'm so rich I can never go broke again

For my mama I woke up and bought a Benz

I be trippin' I sleep with the F&N

I want racks I want no more friends