Rich Flex

[Part I] [Intro: 21 Savage & Young Nudy] 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 [Chorus: 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 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 [Verse: 21 Savage] 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— [Segue: Drake] 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— [Part II] [Intro: Drake] 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 [Verse: Drake] 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 B&E 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, R.I.P. 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 [Outro: Drake & Young Nudy] 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?