No More Friends Rich The Kid

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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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)