Life’s a Gamble (2022 Album)
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Song:– No More Friends
Singer:– Rich The Kid
Album:– Life’s a Gamble
Producer:– Painkid
Written:– Rich The Kid & Painkid
Label:– RCA Records
No More Friends Lyrics Rich The Kid
[Intro]
Yeah
Yes sir
Huh (Big bank)
(Painkid got the sauce)
[Chorus]
Park it in the truck house like a wrestler (Wrestler)
Teach you get rich, the professor (Proffes’)
Told mama she raised a flexer (Flex)
Told my bitch she rich forever (Btich)
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’ma step on a nigga like Timberlands (Timberlands)
I’m so rich, I can never go broke again
Told 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]
Huh, I made two mill’ off a mixtape
Like I seen a whole hundred like a pancake (What?)
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
Cut her brakes this mornin’, so, I was wide awake (Wide awake)
My bitch with me, so, we count up the backend (Yeah)
Young nigga get the M&Ms (Yeah)
I been a professional flexer
Pin it down, I’m motherfuckin’ wrestler (Wrestler)
I put that bitch on the stretcher (Woo)
Now, she get caught [?]
[Chorus]
Park it in the truck house like a wrestler (Wrestler)
Teach you get rich, the professor (Proffes’)
Told mama she raised a flexer (Flex)
Told my bitch she rich forever (Btich)
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’ma step on a nigga like Timberlands (Timberlands)
I’m so rich, I can never go broke again
Told 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 got to be (What?)
Big proud of me, before I sleep, I pray on my enemies
Bitch, you ain’t rich, pretend to be
Got a bitch so gutter from Tennessee
Hitter turned to a opp, he was a friend to me
These bitch can’t get my energy
These bitch can’t ride my wave, no
Tryna play with me, this ain’t Play Dough
Took the whole thing like a [?]
Got a Bentley color of the [?] (What?)
[Chorus]
Park it in the truck house like a wrestler (Wrestler)
Teach you get rich, the professor (Proffes’)
Told mama she raised a flexer (Flex)
Told my bitch she rich forever (Btich)
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’ma step on a nigga like Timberlands (Timberlands)
I’m so rich, I can never go broke again
Told 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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