Rich & Flexin'
Ludacris · Other Songs - Ludacris
Cry me a river, cry me, cry me, oh
Cry me a river, cry me, cry me, oh
Cry me a river, cry me, cry me.
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
Bit-Bitches all on my jock, they want my dang-a-lang,
Swinging all on my NUTS, like an orangutan,
Half a million dollar car, half a million dollar watch,
No roof on the drop head Phantom, it got karate chopped,
I got a couple black belts, but they all from Louie Louie,
Get her wetter than scuba divers, these fucking groupie groupies,
Swag is through the ceiling, these haters mad as fuck,
Gettin money like Vegas and shit, Bitch STACK'EM UP!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
Bitches be cryin fo me they want my autograph
Shawty rollercoaster ridin, Six Flags,
,, I would never eat that bitch,
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I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
U-Up on my wish bone, these hoes get split in two,
I don't' want no birds up in my car, I don't drive no chicken coop,
I'll be out in that new Ferrari, I be spilling out champagne
No rocks on the road Luda, bitch they're all on my damn chain,
Gotta keep it moving mami, gotta get that guacamole,
I got that purp and a little bit of gold, like I should run with Kobe,
Like I should shoot the Jay, and smoke a couple too,
Other rappers wanna be my friend, I'm too rich to fuck with youuuuuu!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
Bitches all on my jock!
Cry me a river, cry me, cry me, oh
Cry me a river, cry me, cry me.
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
Bit-Bitches all on my jock, they want my dang-a-lang,
Swinging all on my NUTS, like an orangutan,
Half a million dollar car, half a million dollar watch,
No roof on the drop head Phantom, it got karate chopped,
I got a couple black belts, but they all from Louie Louie,
Get her wetter than scuba divers, these fucking groupie groupies,
Swag is through the ceiling, these haters mad as fuck,
Gettin money like Vegas and shit, Bitch STACK'EM UP!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
Bitches be cryin fo me they want my autograph
Shawty rollercoaster ridin, Six Flags,
,, I would never eat that bitch,
,,,,,,,
,,,,,,..
,,,,,.
,,,,,,
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
U-Up on my wish bone, these hoes get split in two,
I don't' want no birds up in my car, I don't drive no chicken coop,
I'll be out in that new Ferrari, I be spilling out champagne
No rocks on the road Luda, bitch they're all on my damn chain,
Gotta keep it moving mami, gotta get that guacamole,
I got that purp and a little bit of gold, like I should run with Kobe,
Like I should shoot the Jay, and smoke a couple too,
Other rappers wanna be my friend, I'm too rich to fuck with youuuuuu!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch!
I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
I'm rich (I'm rich)
I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch! (ain't that a bitch!)
Bitches all on my jock!
Rich & Flexin'
Ludacris delivers a high-energy track titled 'Rich & Flexin'', showcasing his signature blend of Southern hip-hop and aggressive rap delivery. Released during a period where he solidified his status as a dominant force in the genre, the recording exemplifies the 'flex' subculture prevalent in mid-2000s hip-hop. The song features rapid-fire rhymes and a driving beat that highlights Ludacris's technical skill and charismatic stage presence. It stands as a quintessential example of his ability to mix street narratives with commercial appeal, reinforcing his legacy as a key figure in the evolution of modern rap music.

