Rich Flex 作词 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/A. Hernández/T. B. Chambers/M. Mule/I. De Boni/J. Gwin/C. Bernstein/M. Pete/B.D. Session Jr./A. G. White/G. Hayes/C Harris/A. Davis 作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/A. Hernández/T. B. Chambers/M. Mule/I. De Boni/J. Gwin/C. Bernstein/M. Pete/B.D. Session Jr./A. G. White/G. Hayes/C Harris/A. Davis Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club Pay for like ten niggas to get in, we crump, 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 21, can you do sum' for me? (21) Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? And 21, can you do somethin' for me? Drop some bars for my pussy ex to me (21, 21) Then 21, can you do sum' for me? Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay) 21, do your thing 21, do your thing, 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 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 and magic I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet 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 (****) Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? Paid like an athlete, I got - All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talking to It's Slaughter Gang C yo I got dick for you if I'm not working girl If I'm busy then **** 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, murder gang shit Ayy, slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit Stick and stones, chrome on chrome That's just what a nigga on Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone Pussy 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, **** a TMZ I used to want a GMC, when what was doing BNE We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC I layup for a full couple days, then its BRB You rappers like askin' if we ****ed, 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 the X 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 division state patrollin' when it get late 21 the 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 Ah, ah 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 mother****in' man, boy, ooh You is the man, you hear me?