No More Friends lyrics

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

[Chorus]
f*ck 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 b*tch she rich forever (b*tch)
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 n*gga 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 b*tches, 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 b*tch with me, help me count up the backend (Yeah)
Young n*gga get the M&Ms (Yeah)
I been a professional flexer (Flexer)
Pin her down, I’m a motherf*ckin’ wrestler (Wrestler)
I put that b*tch on a stretcher (Woo)
Now she get called up for extras (b*tch)
[Chorus]
f*ck 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 b*tch she rich forever (b*tch)
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 n*gga 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)

[Verse 2]
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
b*tch, you ain't rich, you pretend to be
Got a b*tch so gutter from Tennessee
He done turned to an opp, was a friend of me
These b*tches can't get my energy (My energy)
These b*tches 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)
[Chorus]
f*ck 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 b*tch she rich forever (b*tch)
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 n*gga 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)