Rich Flex Lyrics – Drake & 21 Savage

Rich Flex Song details :

Song Name : Rich Flex
Singer: Drake & 21 Savage
Composer: Vinylz, Tay Keith, FNZ, BoogzDaBeast
Lyrics by: Drake, 21 Savage, Vinylz, Tay Keith, Finatik, Zac, BoogzDaBeast, Megan Thee Stallion, J. White Did It, Bobby Sessions, T.I., DJ Toomp
Music Label: OVO Sound, Slaughter Gang, Republic Records

Rich Flex Lyrics – Drake & 21 Savage

[Part I]

Go buy a zip of weed, Hit the club
Pay for about ten n!ggas to get in
We crunk, Lit, In this b!tch, Yeah
Know we walk around the world
Stepping, Not givin a damn
About where our feet land at, Yeah
Get your a$$ mushed, Smooshed (6ix)
Yeah, 21, The biggest
Put a n!gga in the chicken wing, Pu$$y

21, Can you do something for me? (21)
Can you hit a lil’ rich flex for me? (21)
And 21, Can you do something for me? (21, 21)
Drop some bars to my pu$$y ex for me
Then 21, Can you do something for me? (Yeah)
Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)
21, Do your thing 21, Do your thing (21)
Do your thing, 21, Yeah okay

Yellow diamonds in the watch, This sh!t cost a lot
Never send a b!tch your dot, That’s how you get sh0t
I DM in vanish mode, I do that sh!t a lot
Took her panties off and this b!tch thicker than the plot
All my exes ain’t nothing, Them h0es busted
If my opps ain’t rapping, They a$$ ducking
You ain’t ready to pull the tr!gger, Don’t clutch it
I know you on your period baby, Can you suck it?
I’m a savage (21)
Smack her b00ty and magic
I’ll slap a pu$$y n!gga with a ratchet
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (Pu$$y)
Don’t call me on Christmas Eve, B!tch, Call your daddy (21)
B!tch, Call your uncle (21), B!tch, Don’t call me (21)
Always in my L, Your ho a freak (Fu*k)
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got—

All you h0es, All of you h0es need to remember
Who you all talking’ to
It’s a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got d!ck for you if I’m not working, Girl
If I’m busy then fu*k no
You need to find you someone else to call
When your bank account get low
You need to find you someone—

[Part II]

Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I’m on that Slaughter Gang sh!t, Ayy, Murder gang sh!t
Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh!t, Ayy, Murder gang sh!t, Ayy

Stick and stones, Chrome on chrome
That’s just what a n!gga on
Internet clones, Got them kissing through the phone
Pussies cl!cking up so they don’t feel alone, Ayy
Nan’ n!gga seeing me, I’m young money CMB
I used to roll with CMG, The house is not a BNB
The bad b!tches waiting on a n!gga like I’m PnB
I’m steady pushing P, You n!ggas pushing PTSD
I told her a$$ to kiss me in the club, Fu*k a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, When Woe was doing BNE
We revving up and going on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, Then its BRB
You rappers love asking if I fu*ked, When you know we did
When you know we did
She came in heels but she left out on her cozy sh!t
Ayy, I’m livin every twenty-Four like Kobe did
Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8
Swear this sh!t is getting ate, I’m on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve, But I don’t reciprocate
Fifty-One division state patrolling when it’s late
21 my addy, So the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eating off a Baccarat plate
N!ggas see Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet’, That’s a rookie a$$ mistake, Ayy

Ah, Ah
Slaughter Gang sh!t, Ayy, Murder gang sh!t
Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh!t, Ayy, Murder gang sh!t
Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh!t, Ayy, Murder gang sh!t
On God
Boy, Look, You the motherfu*king man, Boy, You, Ooh
You is the man, You hear me?