Rich The Kid – No More Friends (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Rich The Kid releases the “No More Friends” song produced by Painkid with an official music video. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track, mp3 download.

Rich The Kid No More Friends

Atlanta’s own Rich the Kid is back with a new single, “No More Friends.” Fans of his work will likely recognize his fast flows and minimal beat selection with an updated flair. Moreover, the track will appear on his upcoming album, Life’s a Gamble. Also, the track comes after “Motion,” which he released jointly with the announcement that he’s inked a deal with RCA Records.

Instrumentally, the short track takes a more psychedelic tone that the Kid’s previous output thanks to the synth tones. They have a lot of atmosphere to them, and their high pitch and fragile tone are a nice deviation from his usually minimal melodies. This track feels a little more expansive as a result, with the simple drum pattern keeping his flow and rhymes in check.

Rich The Kid – No More Friends (prod. Painkid)

16 December 2022
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2022 RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

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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)