Drake, 21 Savage “Rich Flex” Lyrics

Intro (Young Nudy and 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

21 Savage

Know we walk around the world

Steppin’, not giving a damn ’bout where our feet land at, yeah

Get your a$s mushed, smoo$hed (6ix)

Yeah, 21, the biggest

Put a n#gga in the chicken wing, pvssy

Chorus (Drake and 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 pvssy ex for me

Then 21 (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, do your thing

Verse 1 (21 Savage and Drake)

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 pant#es off and this b#tch thicker than the plot

All my exes ain’t nothing, them ho€s busted

If my opps ain’t rapping, they a$s ducking

You ain’t ready to pull the trigger, don’t clutch it

I know you on your period baby, can you svck it?

I’m a savage (21)

Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21)

I’ll slap a pvssy n#gga with a ratchet (Pvssy)

I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (Pvssy)

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 (Fvck)

Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)

Paid like an athlete, I got

Drake

All you ho€s, all of you ho€s need to remember who y’all talkin’ to

It’s a Slaughter Gang CEO

I got d#ck for you if I’m not working, girl

If I’m busy then fvck no

You need to find you someone else to call

When your bank account get low, you need to find you someone

Verse 2 (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

Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome

That’s just what a n#gga on

Internet clones, got ’em kissing through the phone

Pvssies 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 pushin’ P, you n#ggas pushing PTSD

I told her a$s to kiss me in the club, fvck a TMZ

I used to want a GMC, when we was doing BNE

We revving 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 fvcked, 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 gettin’ ate, I’m on ten for the cake

Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don’t reciprocate

Fifty-one division stay patrollin’ 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$s mistake, ayy

Outro (Drake and Young Nudy)

Ah, what, what

Slaughter Gang sh#t, ayy, murder gang sh#t

Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh#t, ayy, murder gang sh#t

Slaughter Gang sh#t, murder gang sh#t

On God

Boy, look, you the motherfvcking man, boy, you, ooh

You is the man, you hear me?