Rich Flex Songtext

von Drake, 21 Savage

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Das Lied 'Rich Flex' von Drake ist ein Ausdruck seines Lebensstils, seiner Erfahrungen und seines Erfolgs. Der Songtext ...

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for like ten nigga′ to get in, we crump, lit in this bitch, yeah

(Body up, yuh, yuh)
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 sum' 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 for my pussy ex to me
And 21 (21), can you do sum′ 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′ll slap a pussy nigga with a 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 niggas 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 its "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 her cozy shit
Ayy, I′m livin every twenty-four like Kobe did

Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P the 8's
Swear this shit is getting ate, I′m on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate
Fifty one divisions stay patrolling when it′s late
21 my addy so the knife is on the gate
All the dogs eating off a BACARA plate
Niggas see Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet, that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy

Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy
Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy
(Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy)
(And you got 'em)

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