21 Savage - Flexin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: 21 Savage] Jumped out the Porsche, got to it Choppa on me, b*tch I shoot like I'm Cupid Model b*tch, and she gon' blow me like hookah (yeah) All these diamonds, b*tch I look like a jeweler (21!) Rollie froze, b*tch it came out the cooler Tech 9, b*tch it came with a cooler I got shooters that'll shoot at your shooter (yeah) b*tch you broke, you eatin' noodles and oodles (21) I got a bad b*tch, workin' Hooters (21) b*tch I get the check, and you know I blew it (21) (I get it) 21 gang, chain hangin', blangin' (21) Jewish lawyers, give a fu*k about that rangin' (21) Seinfeld, ni**as frontin' like Kramer Put you on the news, you wanna be famous (21) Zone 6, b*tch you know that I claimed it I jumped out the Porsche and broke my ankle (gang, gang) I'm scrapin' the bud when I cook it up (21) Your main b*tch want me to pick her up (21) I nut in her face, she gon' lick it up Your jewelry shinin'? We gon' stick you up (stick ya up) Like 2Pac, ni**a, hit 'em up (hit 'em up) These ni**as tough on the Internet (21) Gettin' that pussy, I'm killin' that (I'm killin') I'm not just a rapper, I'm livin' that (I'm livin' that) Shawty said she want that dick, I told that b*tch to wait one minute (wait one minute!) These ni**as broke, I heard these ni**as shoppin' J.C. Penney (21, 21) I took that b*tch to Ruth Chris, I heard a ni**a eats at Wendy's I'm a real ni**a, I can't wear no gold unless they came from the business [Verse 2: Rich the Kid] I been flexin on the gram Hunnid bands, hunnid bands Shawty lovin' on the man Sippin' the lean in the kickstand I was on the grind, had to boss up (boss up!) b*tches they fu*k when I pull up (up!) Flexin' I'm doin' no pull-ups Rich ni**a I'm holdin' the racks up! You a worker I'm a boss (boss!) New Chanel and I don't know the cost (cost!) Bought a Louis fu*k the cops Rich forever like I'm Ross (rich!) Hit a Juug, hit a Juug! Kid just [?] to a plaque Cookin' up smoke from the Bay The Mase, I swerve in the ace Wake up in countin' up bank (Woah!) Rich and my money don't fold (don't fold!) Look at the Rolex it's cold Got racks in the the ceiling that old Bring the Mase over here, that way (That way!) fu*k ya hoe, send a b*tch that way (That way!) Throw enough money, yeah that way (That way!) Young Rich ni**a with a AK