Rich The Kid No More Friends is available for you to enjoy below.
Buzzing Atlanta rapper, Rich The Kid comes back with another fresh single which he named “No More Friends“.
The song is expected to be part of his forthcoming album named “Life’s a Gamble” which will be out soon.
In addition, this came after the success of his previous number tagged “Motion” released months ago.
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Rich The Kid – No More Friends Lyrics
[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)
[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 (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
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)
[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 (Yeah, yeah)
