No More Friends
Fuck her in a chokehold like a wrestler
Teach you how to get rich, the professor
Told mama she raised a flexer
Told my bitch 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 nigga like Timberlands
I'm so rich, I could never go broke again
For my mama, I woke up and bought a Benz
I be trippin', I sleep with the F and N
I want racks, I want no more friends
Yeah, I made two mill' off a mixtape
Like I seen a whole hundred like a pancake
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
Counted racks up this morning, was wide awake
My bitch with me, help me count up the backend
Young nigga get the M&Ms
I been a professional flexer
Pin her down, I'm a motherfuckin' wrestler (
I put that bitch on a stretcher
Now she get called up for extras
Fuck her in a chokehold like a wrestler
Teach you how to get rich, the professor
Told mama she raised a flexer
Told my bitch 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 nigga like Timberlands
I'm so rich, I could 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 gotta be
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
These bitches can't ride my wave, no
Tryna play with me, this ain't Play-Doh
Took a whole thing like I'm Fabo
Got a Bentley, color of the bankroll
Fuck her in a chokehold like a wrestler
Teach you how to get rich, the professor
Told mama she raised a flexer
Told my bitch 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 nigga like Timberlands
I'm so rich, I could 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
Teach you how to get rich, the professor
Told mama she raised a flexer
Told my bitch 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 nigga like Timberlands
I'm so rich, I could never go broke again
For my mama, I woke up and bought a Benz
I be trippin', I sleep with the F and N
I want racks, I want no more friends
Yeah, I made two mill' off a mixtape
Like I seen a whole hundred like a pancake
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
Counted racks up this morning, was wide awake
My bitch with me, help me count up the backend
Young nigga get the M&Ms
I been a professional flexer
Pin her down, I'm a motherfuckin' wrestler (
I put that bitch on a stretcher
Now she get called up for extras
Fuck her in a chokehold like a wrestler
Teach you how to get rich, the professor
Told mama she raised a flexer
Told my bitch 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 nigga like Timberlands
I'm so rich, I could 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 gotta be
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
These bitches can't ride my wave, no
Tryna play with me, this ain't Play-Doh
Took a whole thing like I'm Fabo
Got a Bentley, color of the bankroll
Fuck her in a chokehold like a wrestler
Teach you how to get rich, the professor
Told mama she raised a flexer
Told my bitch 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 nigga like Timberlands
I'm so rich, I could 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
Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger, Mykola Dubnya
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