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Rich Flex Chords by Drake 21 Savage

  • Key: Gb
  • BPM: 80
  • Capo: no capo

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RICH FLEX ACORDES

[Intro]
N.C.                             
Go buy a zip of weed hit the club
                                                                   Am
Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in we crunk lit in this bitch yeah  
                              D7
Know we walk around the world  
                                                G7          
Steppin' not givin' a damn 'bout where our feet land at yeah
                    G        Dm
Get your ass mushed smooshed  
               Am            
Yeah twentyone   the biggest
Dm                                 Am      
  Put a nigga in the chicken wing   pussy


[Chorus]
D7                                   
Twentyone can you do somethin' for me
A                                  
Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me
    D7                                   
And twentyone can you do somethin' for me
A                                   
Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me
D7                                        
Then twentyone can you do somethin' for me
A                                    
Can you talk to the opps necks for me
D7                                        A    
Twentyone do your thing twentyone do your thing
        A                            
Do your thing twentyone do your thing


[Verse]
                             A                   
Yellow diamonds in the watch this shit cost a lot
      A                                            
Never send a bitch your dot that's how you get shot
D7                    Dm                
I DM in Vanish Mode I do that shit a lot
A                                                        
Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot
D7                                        
All my exes ain't nothin' them hoes busted
A                                        
If my opps ain't rappin' they ass duckin'
D7                                                 
You ain't ready to pull the trigger don't clutch it
  D7                                          
I know you on your period baby can you suck it
      D7    
I'm a savage
                   A    
Smack her booty in Magic
     Am                          D7     
I'll slap a pussy nigga with the ratchet
                                               A   
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy
                 Am                            D7   
Don't call me on Christmas Eve bitch call your daddy
                                       A 
Bitch call your uncle bitch don't call me
A                              
Always in my ear your ho a flea
D7                              Dm                
Why my opps be postin' guns and only use they feet
Am                        
Paid like an athlete I got


[Chorus]
    A7                  D7           Dm7          Eb            Ebmaj7
All you hoes all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to    
     Bb               D7 
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
                          A7              
I got dick for you if I'm not workin' girl
                      D7
If I'm busy then fuck no
                     Eb                  
You need to find you someone else to call
Bb                         D7                              
When your bank account get low you need to find you someone
    Gb             
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
            Gb                                      
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit ayy murder gang shit
    Gb                                          
Ayy Slaughter Gang shit ayy murder gang shit ayy
Gb                                
Sticks and stones chrome on chrome
Gb                         
That's just what a nigga on
Gb                                               
Internet clones got 'em kissin' through the phone
                            Gb7              Gb 
Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone ayy


[Verse]
                                     Gb 
Nan' nigga seein' me I'm Young Money CMB
                                           Gb 
I used to roll with CMG the house is not a BNB
                                            Gb 
The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PND
                                        Gb  
I'm steady pushin' P you niggas pushin' PTSD
                                             Gb 
I told her ass to kiss me in the club fuck a TMZ
                                        Gb 
I used to want a GMC when Woe was doin' B&E
                                         Gb 
We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC
                                            Gb 
I layup with her for a couple days then its BRB
                                             Gb         
You rappers love askin' if I fucked when you know we did
         Gb         
When you know we did
                                               Gb  
She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit
        Gb                                   
Ayy I'm livin' every twentyfour like Kobe did
Gb                                
Shoutout to the sixix RIP to eight
           Gb                                         
Swear this shit is gettin' ate I'm on ten for the cake
      Gb                                             
Get a lot of love from twelve but I don't reciprocate
Gb                                              
Fiftyone division stay patrollin' when it's late
Gb                                           
Twentyone my addy so the knife is on the gate
              Gb                         
All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate
Gb                                     
Niggas see Drake and they underestimate
                           Gb                      
Take it from a vet' that's a rookie ass mistake ayy
        Gb  
Ah what what
               Gb                       
Slaughter Gang shit ayy murder gang shit
              Gb                            
Ayy Slaughter Gang shit ayy murder gang shit
Gb                                          
Ayy Slaughter Gang shit ayy murder gang shit


[Chorus]
      
On God
                                              
Boy look you the motherfuckin' man boy you ooh
                          
You is the man you hear me
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