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No More Friends
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Rich The Kid
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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)
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