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