Rich Flex Song Lyrics
Go buy a zip of w-, hit the clubPay for like ten n- to get in, we crunk, lit in this b-, yeahKnow we walk around the worldSteppin’ not givin a damn ’bout where our feet land atYeah, get your a- mushed, smooshed (6ix)Yeah, 21, the biggestPut 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 meAnd 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 lotNever send a b- your dot, that’s how you get shotI DM in Vanish Mode, I do that sh- a lotTook her panties off and this b- thicker than a plot
All my exes ain’t nothin’, them h- bustedIf my opps ain’t rappin’, they ass duckin’You ain’t ready to pull the trigger, don’t clutch itI know you on your -, baby, can you -?
I’m a savage (21)Smack her booty in Magic (21)I’ll slap a – with a ratchetI 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 toIt’s the Slaughter Gang CEOI got d- for you if I’m not working, girlIf I’m busy, then, f- noYou need to find you someone else to callWhen your bank account get lowYou need to find you someone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyI’m on that Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-
Ayy, sticks and stones, chrome on chromeThat’s just what a n- onInternet clones, got ’em kissin’ through the phoneClickin’ up so they don’t feel alone, ayy
Nan’ n- seein’ me, I’m Young Money CMBI used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNBThe bad b- waitin’ on a n- like I’m PnDI’m steady pushing P, you n- pushing PTSD
I told her a- to kiss me in the club, f- a TMZI used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNEWe revvin’ up and goin’ on a run like the DMCI layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You rappers like askin’ if I f-, when you know we didWhen you know we didShe 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 8Swear this sh- is getting ate, I’m on ten for the cakeGet a lot of love from 12, but I don’t reciprocate51 division stay patrolling when it’s late21 my addy, so the knife is on the gateAll the dawgs eating off a Baccarat plateSee Drake and they underestimateTake it from a vet, that’s a rookie a- mistake, ayy
Ah, what, whatSlaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayySlaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy(Slaughter gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy)(And you got ’em)
Boy, look, you the m- manBoy, you, ooh, you is the man, you hear me?