“Rich Flex” serves as the opening act for the collaborative album “Her Loss” by Drake and 21 Savage. This track showcases the distinct talents of both artists, with Drake providing an infectious chorus and 21 Savage highlighting his opulent lifestyle. The song’s title, “Rich Flex,” stems from Drake’s chorus, where he prompts 21 Savage to exhibit his affluence, effectively setting the tone for their joint venture.
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21 Savage and Drake – Rich Flex Lyrics
Go buy a zip of w-, hit the club
Pay for like ten n- to get in, we crunk, lit in this b-, yeah
Know we walk around the world
Steppin’ not givin a damn ’bout where our feet land at
Yeah, get your a- mushed, smooshed (6ix)
Yeah, 21, the biggest
Put a n- in the chicken wing
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 – ex for me
And 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 sh- cost a lot
Never send a b- your dot, that’s how you get shot
I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that sh- a lot
Took her panties off and this b- thicker than a plot
All my exes ain’t nothin’, them h- 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 -, baby, can you -?
I’m a savage (21)
Smack her booty in Magic (21)
I’ll slap a – with a ratchet
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get to addin’
Don’t call me on Christmas Eve, b-, call your daddy (21)
Call your uncle (21), b-, don’t call me (21)
Always in my ear, your h- a flea(
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got-
All you h-
All of you h- need to remember who y’all talking to
It’s the Slaughter Gang CEO
I got d- for you if I’m not working, girl
If I’m busy, then, f- 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-, ayy, murder gang sh-
Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-
Ayy, sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That’s just what a n- on
Internet clones, got ’em kissin’ through the phone
Clickin’ up so they don’t feel alone, ayy
Nan’ n- seein’ me, I’m Young Money CMB
I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB
The bad b- waitin’ on a n- like I’m PnD
I’m steady pushing P, you n- pushing PTSD
I told her a- to kiss me in the club, f- a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE
We revvin’ up and goin’ on a run like the DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You rappers like askin’ if I f-, when you know we did
When you know we did
She came in heels, but she left out on her cozy sh-
Ayy, I’m livin every 24 like Kobe did
Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P the 8
Swear this sh- 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 patrolling when it’s late
21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eating off a Baccarat plate
See Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet, that’s a rookie a- mistake, ayy
Ah, what, what
Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy
Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy
(Slaughter gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy)
(And you got ’em)
Boy, look, you the m- man
Boy, you, ooh, you is the man, you hear me?
