Drake Rich Flex Lyrics


Rich Flex by Drake

[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 givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah
Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)
Yeah, 21, the biggest
Put a n_gga in the chicken wing, p_ssy

[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 p_ssy 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

[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 ass duckin'
You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it
I know you on your period baby, can you s_ck it?
I'm a savage (21)
Smack her booty in Magic
I'll slap a p_ssy n_gga with a ratchet
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (P_ssy)
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 (F_ck)
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got-

[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 f_ck 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 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 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies 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 ass to kiss me in the club, f_ck 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 f_cked, 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 ass 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 motherf_ckin' man, boy, you, ooh
You is the man, you hear me?

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