Rich Flex Lyrics – Drake ft. 21 Savage

[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
Stepping, not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah
Get your as* 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 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 (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, do your thing

[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 nothing, them hoes busted
If my opps ain't rapping, they as* ducking
You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it
I know you on your period baby, can you suck it?
I'm a savage (21)
Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21)
I'll slap a pu**y n!gga with a ratchet (Pu**y)
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 ear, your ho a flea (F**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 working, girl
If I'm busy then f**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]
Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what a n!gga on
Internet clones, got 'em kissing through the phone
Pussies cliquing 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 PND
I'm steady pushing P, you n!ggas pushing PTSD
I told her as* to kiss me in the club, f**k a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing B&E
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 f**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 living 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 stay 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 as* mistake, ayy

[Outro: Drake & Young Nudy]
Ah, what, what
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 motherf**king man, boy, you, oh
You is the man, you hear me?