No Friends Lyrics

Money so long make a white bitch go protest

Run that money up like a crackhead with no rest

Why he thought I'm banging at the store because my pole red

She was trying to suck up on my nuts I need more head

Flip her back twice then I eat it like some cold bread

Bitches want to hit my line Nah bitch I'm so fed

Itchin till I bleed and I swear I need more meds

Money hits my phone man I swear I need no friends

Bend the seat back hit a broke bitch from both ends

Christmas come around told my main bitch I don't spend

Rap never fitted with your life bro they don't blend

Never hit my phone for a front bro I don't lend

Always on that internet hype and I don't do the trends

Security checked my id at the door then let the blower in

Bipolar ass bitch switching moods no I don't know your friend

I got to stick and move like I'm Holyfield I'm holding ten

Bad bitch give me only fans checks

I don't even want the head little bitch I want the neck

She a Tomb Raider bitch like I was going to resurrect

Runnin back and forth I'm flippn packs put money on collect

Money so long make a white bitch go protest

Run that money up like a crackhead with no rest

Why he thought I'm banging at the store because my pole red

She was trying to suck up on my nuts I need more head

Flip her back twice then I eat it like some cold bread

Bitches want to hit my line Nah bitch I'm so fed

Itchin till I bleed and I swear I need more meds

Money hits my phone man I swear I need no friends

Been feelin like a fuckin running back the way I'm to the cup

We all make different choices that's why bro can't put the Perces up

I'm coughing out a lung I need prescription when I'm sipping mud

Stuff money in the mattress ain't no store but I been stocking up

Whole gang in that bitch wit pack like a pop-up

She gone slip and slide I turned her face and told her mop up

Got money on my side when I'm reaching for that Blanca

Nineteen forty-two when I'm sipping ain't no vodka

Only bring a bad bitch near I just sipped another pint slower than a buccaneer

I got henny in my blood so I swear I couldn't steer

She go tripping I go ghost I don't ever reappear

Money so long make a white bitch go protest

Run that money up like a crackhead with no rest

Why he thought I'm banging at the store because my pole red

She was trying to suck up on my nuts I need more head

Flip her back twice then I eat it like some cold bread

Bitches want to hit my line Nah bitch I'm so fed

Itchin till I bleed and I swear I need more meds

Money hits my phone man I swear I need no friends