Rich Flex Song Lyrics Ft By 21 Savage & Drake

 -Rich Flex Song Lyrics Ft By 21 Savage & Drake-

Artist: 21 savage & Drake

Songwriters:  Aubrey Drake Graham / A.Davis / Michael Mule / Anderson Hernandez / Isaac Deboni / Bobby Sessions / C. Harris / Megan Pete / Anthony Jermaine White / Abraham -Joseph She'yaa Bin / C Bernstein / G Hays / J Gwin / T Brytavious Chambers

>>>Song Lyrics<<<

Pay for 'bout ten nigga to get in, we crunk, lit in this bitch, yeah

Know we walk around the world

(Body up, yuh, yuh)

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 some' for me? (21)

Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)

And 21, can you do sum' for me? (21, 21)

Drop some bars to my pussy ex to me

And 21 (21), can you do some' 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 a 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 and magic (21)

I'd slap a pussy nigga with the ratchet (pussy)

I might slap a tracker on his whip and get to addin' (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 L, your hoe a freak (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 talking to

It's the slaughter gang CEO

I got dick for you if I'm not working, 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 clickin' up so they don't feel alone

Ayy, man, 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 PnB

I'm steady pushing 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 world was doing BNE

We revvin' up and goin' on a run like the DMC

I later wait a full couple days, then it's "brb"

You rappers like askin' if I fucked when you know we did

When you know we did

She came in heels, but she left out on a cozy shit

Ayy, I'm living every 24 like Kobe did

Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8

Swear this shit is getting ate, I'm on ten for the cake

Get a lot of love from 12, but I don't reciprocate

51 division, stay patroling, when it's late

21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate

All the dawgs eating off a Baccarat plate

Niggas see Drake and they underestimate

Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy

Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man

Boy, you, ooh, you is the man, yeah, man!