Drake, 21 Savage - Rich Flex lyrics

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in
We crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah
Know we walk around the world
Steppin', not givin a damn 'bout
Where our feet land at, yeah
Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)
Yeah, 21, the biggest
Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy

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 pussy 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

Yellow diamonds in the watch
This shit cost a lot
Never send a bitch your dot
That's how you get shot
I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that shit a lot
Took her panties off and this
Bitch thicker than the plot
All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted
If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'
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 pussy nigga with a ratchet
(Pussy) i might slap a tracker on his
Whip and get the addy (Pussy)
Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch
Call your daddy (21)
Bitch, call your uncle
(21) , bitch, don't call me (21)
Always in my ear, your ho a flea (Fuck)
Why my opps be posting guns
And only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got

All you hoes, all of you hoes need to
Remember who y'all talkin' to
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl
If I'm busy then fuck no
You need to find you someone else to call
When your bank account get low
You need to find you someone

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, ayy
Murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy
Murder gang shit, ayy

Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what a nigga on internet clones
Got 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone
Ayy
Nan' nigga seein' me, I'm Young Money CMB
I used to roll with CMG
The house is not a BNB
The bad bitches waitin' on a
Nigga like I'm PND
I'm steady pushin' P, you niggas pushing PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club
Fuck 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 it's BRB
You rappers love askin' if I fucked
When you know we did when you know we did
She came in heels but she left
Out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin every twenty-four
Like Kobe did shoutout to the 6ix, RIP to 8
Swear this shit 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 eatin' off a Baccarat plate
Niggas see Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet', that's
A rookie ass mistake, ayy

Ah, what, what
Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy
Murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy
Murder gang shit on God
Boy, look, you the motherfuckin'
Man, boy, you, ooh
You is the man, you hear me?