Rich Flex Lyrics – Drake & 21 Savage

Rich Flex Lyrics sung by Drake & 21 Savage represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Rich Flex by Drake & 21 Savage.

Rich Flex Lyrics

[Part I]
[Intro: 21 Savage & Young Nudy]
Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for ’bout ten n!ggas to get in, we crunk, lit, in this b!tch, yeah
Know we walk around the world
Steppin’, not givin a d^^n ’bout 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

[Chorus: Drake & 21 Savage]
21, can you do somethin’ for me? (21)
Can you hit a lil’ rich flex for me? (21)
And 21, can you do somethin’ for me? (21, 21)
Drop some bars to my pu$$y ex for me
Then 21, can you do somethin’ 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

[Verse: 21 Savage]
Yellow diamonds in the watch, this sh!t cost a lot
Never send a b!tch your dot, that’s how you get shot
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 nothin’, them hoes busted
If my opps ain’t rappin’, they a$$ duck!n’
You ain’t ready to pull the trigger, don’t clutch it
I know you on your period baby, can you su^k it?
I’m a savage (21)

Smack her b^^ty in 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—

[Segue: Drake]
All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y’all talking’ to
It’s a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got d!ck for you if I’m not workin’, 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]
[Intro: Drake]
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

[Verse: Drake]
Stick and stones, chrome on chrome
That’s just what a n!gga on
Internet clones, got ’em kissin’ through the phone
Pu$$ies clickin’ up so they don’t feel alone, ayy
Nan’ n!gga seein’ me, I’m young money CMB
I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB
The bad b!tches waitin’ on a n!gga like I’m PND
I’m steady pushin’ P, you n!ggas pushing PTSD
I told her a$$ to kiss me in the club, fu^k a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE

We revvin’ up and goin’ on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You rappers love askin’ 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 gettin’ ate, I’m on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don’t reciprocate
Fifty-one division state patrollin’ when it’s late
21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eatin’ off a Baccarat plate
n!ggas see Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet’, that’s a rookie a$$ mistake, ayy

[Outro: Drake]
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^kin’ man, boy, you, ooh
You is the man, you hear me?

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