1. Barret… Read Full Bio ↴There are two artists that perform under the name B. Rich.
1. Barrett Richards, an Electro / House / Bassline artist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
2. An upcoming Hip-Hop / Rap artist from Baltimore.
1. B. Rich (aka Barrett Richards) of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania is one of Americaโs welcome purveyors of fidgety, bass-heavy house music. With nearly a decade of DJ and producing experience within a rave scene that has come and gone, he has positioned himself nicely into house music and dropped like a bomb. Influenced at a young age by early hip hop and old school rave artists such as Moby, this artist has crafted a unique sound that is becoming internationally recognized.
His sound always focuses on a heavy bassline and which fuses breaks, classic house and rave elements. When asked to describe the name, he laughs and says โIโm not at all going for that glam thing. It was basically an inside joke and a nickname given by some friends and it just stuck.โ
He shows his skills locally as a monthly resident for one of Bostonโs hottest party promoters, FTW, although he is not a stranger to dropping huge sets throughout the east coast, Canada and all the way out to LA. His lively and energetic live sets of quick mixing and banger-after-banger mentality always leaves an imprint on his crowds.
Over the past year B. Rich has gained the support from top artists such as Rico Tubbs, Foamo, AC Slater, Klever, DJ Craze, HeavyFeet, Designer Drugs, Reid Speed, Andy George, Udachi, Kelevra, and A1 Bassline to name a few. He has remixed for top labels such as Ministry Of Sound and Palms Out Sounds. Many of his tracks have also seen repeat BBC Radio 1 plays by Kissy Sell Out and plays on the UKโs Galaxy FM. With upcoming EPs of new and original work on both Palms Out Sounds and Party Like Us (which also features like-minded bass heads AC Slater and Udachi), 2009 is shaping up to be a big year for this experienced artist and DJ.
2. โCREATIVE IN HIS OWN RIGHT MARCHING TO HIS OWN RHYTHM B.RICH HAS ALWAYS BEEN ONE OF BALTIMOREโS MOST KNOWN TALENTS. HIS CAREER BEGAN WHEN HE WAS THE FIRST IN THE CITY EVER TO SIGN WITH A MAJOR LABEL. โWHOA NOWโ HE HAS SINCE THEN GONE ON TO HIS SOPHOMORE PROJECT โBORN RICHโ A WELL BALANCED CULTURAL EXPERIENCE THAT WAS EMBRACED ON A NATIONAL LEVEL. B.RICH IS A RISING STAR WITH ENOUGH TALENT TO SHAKE UP THE MUSIC INDUSTRYโฆ
Flex
B. Rich Lyrics
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There it is, there it is (Rich Homie, baby!)
Walked in 30,000 in my pocket
Had them niggas just like ooohh
15,000 Dollars on your bitch wanna fuck me
Got her screamin' like ooohh
'Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex
Give that ho some X, she gone wanna sex every nigga in the set
And now she screamin' like ooohh (How much you made?)
Made some million dollars, of a mixtape
And I'm fuckin' like, ooohh
They try to drop me with a case but you know I had to skate it
I was singing like, oooohh (That's right nigga)
Boy I know my role and I play it
If you heard that I'm talking then I said it (I see)
(Quan where you at?) At the top of the loft nigga, I stay
I'm a bad boy but I don't wear big clothes like Ma$e
In the club and a nigga get it boppin'
And that ho, she want a free drink, tell the bitch to get up off it
I'm the nigga to get it poppin', her hair short like Dennis Rodman
At the Clearport nigga, we flying, when I landed boy I
Walked in 30,000 in my pocket
Had them niggas just like ooohh
15,000 Dollars on your bitch wanna fuck me
Got her screamin' like ooohh
'Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex
Ain't gotta flex but I got it, ooohh
Give that ho some X, she gone wanna sex every nigga in the set
And now she screamin' like ooohh
(How much you made?) $100,000 just in two days
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause they two faced
I only fuck with bitches for that toupee
These Givencheys, I ain't worried about no new taste
Know that be true, got a set and she always got my back
So I love that shit the most
I'm her big dog and she my cat and she love it from the back
Call her green 'cause she on goose
I wear glasses 'cause I know these niggas watchin'
They mad 'cause they cannot stop me
Boy stopping is not a option, I can't help it 'cause I got it
Don't waste time, I got shit watchin'
Talkin' Rollex, yeah, I bought 'em
Now I'm at the top, started from the bottom, then I
Walked in 30,000 in my pocket
Had them niggas just like ooohh
15,000 Dollars on your bitch wanna fuck me
Got her screamin' like ooohh
'Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex
Ain't gotta flex but I got it, ooohh
Give that ho some X, she gone wanna sex every nigga in the set
And now she screamin' like ooohh
(How much you made) a $100,000
(How much, how much you made) a $100,000
(How much, how much you made)
Made some million dollars of a mixtape and I fuck like ooohhh
Aye, get at me
The lyrics of B. Rich's song "Flex" are all about flaunting wealth, success, and sexual conquest. The song opens with a confident declaration that the artist has walked into a place with 30,000 dollars in his pocket, impressing others with his financial status. This immediately garners attention, with people saying "ooohh" in awe.
The next line continues to highlight his perceived superiority, as he claims that his presence has made someone's partner, worth 15,000 dollars, desire him intimately. This leads to her screaming in pleasure, again evoking the "ooohh" reaction. The artist emphasizes that he has the financial means to satisfy her desires, even though he doesn't necessarily need to prove anything. He also implies that after engaging with him, she will want to sleep with every guy in their social circle.
The following verse shifts focus to the artist's success in making millions of dollars from a mixtape. He boasts about his escape from being involved in a legal case, referring to singing like "ooohh." Despite these challenges, he asserts his confidence and place at the top of the music industry. He mentions his reputation as a "bad boy," contrasting it with Ma$e, who used to wear oversized clothes. He continues to assert his dominance, describing his impact in the club and his ability to get things "poppin'." He mentions his jet-setting lifestyle when he lands at the "Clearport."
The chorus then repeats, emphasizing the artist's entrance with 30,000 dollars and the attention it garners. The line about the woman desiring him for 15,000 dollars also resurfaces, along with the implications of sexual conquest. The chorus once again highlights the desire to flex, even though it's not necessary.
The final verse begins by revealing that the artist made a considerable amount of money - 100,000 dollars - in just two days. He expresses his distrust of others, particularly men who are two-faced. Instead, he focuses on the women in his life, referencing bitches on the chase for financial gain. He boasts about his luxury items, including Givenchy clothing, and how he's uninterested in new trends. The artist emphasizes the loyalty he receives from his team, specifically mentioning a woman who has his back, like a supportive cat. He acknowledges that he is under constant scrutiny, which is why he wears glasses to keep an eye on those who may try to hinder his progress. The artist confidently proclaims that stopping him is not an option.
The chorus repeats once more, emphasizing the artist's extravagant entrance and the impression he leaves on others. The same aspirations for sexual conquest are reiterated. The song ends with the artist inviting others to "get at him," indicating that he is open to collaboration or further engagement.
Overall, "Flex" portrays an individual who revels in their success, displays their wealth, and boasts about their sexual conquests, highlighting a life of luxury and dominance.
Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHADRON MOORE, GARY HILL, DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@33Oak
[Part I]
[Intro: 21 Savage & Young Nudy]
Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in
We crunk, 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
[Chorus: Drake & 21 Savage]
21, can you do somethin' 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 to my pussy ex for me
Then 21 (21), can you do somethin' 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
[Verse: 21 Savage]
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 in Magic (21, 21)
I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet (Pussy)
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (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 ear, your ho a flea (Fuck)
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I gotโ
[Segue: Drake]
All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not workin', 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 someoneโ
[Part II]
[Intro: Drake]
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
[Verse: Drake]
Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what a nigga on
Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy
Nan' 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 PND
I'm steady pushin' 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 Woe was doing BNE
We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You rappers love 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 to 8
Swear this shit is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate
Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late
21 my 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
[Outro: Drake & Young Nudy]
Ah, what, what
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 motherfuckin' man, boy, you, ooh
You is the man, you hear me?
@jeremiah2490
[Intro: 21 Savage & Young Nudy]
Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in, we crunk, 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
[Chorus: Drake & 21 Savage]
21, can you do somethin' 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 to my pussy ex for me
Then 21 (21), can you do somethin' 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, yeah okay
[Verse: 21 Savage]
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 in Magic (21, 21)
I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet (Pussy)
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (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 ho a freak (Fuck)
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I gotโ
[verse: Drake]
All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talking' to
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not workin', 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 someoneโ
[Part II]
[Intro: Drake]
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
[Verse: Drake]
Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what a nigga on
Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy
Nan' 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 PND
I'm steady pushin' 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 Woe was doing BNE
We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You rappers love 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 to 8
Swear this shit is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate
Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late
21 my 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
[Outro: Drake & Young Nudy]
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 motherfuckin' man, boy, you, ooh
You is the man, you hear me?
@Heatof93
The studio lights dimmed, leaving only the glow of the mixing boards and the soft hum of the equipment. Drake sat at the console, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface as he listened intently to the beat pulsating through the speakers. 21 Savage leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on Drake, admiration shining in his gaze.
Drake glanced up, catching 21 Savage's gaze, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "What do you think, Sav?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"It's fire, bro," 21 Savage replied, his voice gruff yet filled with genuine enthusiasm. "But you already knew that."
Drake chuckled, a warmth spreading through his chest at the compliment. "Thanks, man. Your verse is gonna elevate this track to a whole new level."
21 Savage smirked, pushing himself off the wall and strolling over to Drake. "Only 'cause I'm inspired by your energy, Drizzy," he said, his tone teasing yet tinged with sincerity.
Their eyes locked, the air between them crackling with tension. Drake's heart raced as he reached out, his hand coming to rest on 21 Savage's arm. "I couldn't have asked for a better collaborator," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
A spark ignited between them, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long. Without a word, 21 Savage closed the distance between them, his lips capturing Drake's in a searing kiss.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies pressed close as they melted into the music surrounding them. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the connection they shared, a bond forged in the heat of the studio and destined to burn bright long after the final track faded into silence.
@-sicarius-gfxkohi8867
0:32 drake was definitely throwing it back on 21 in the booth
@iamd.b.cooper8860
Sassy
@kattt.mp4
bro was prolly curling his toes while doing the "๐๐"
@em4six348
Nwani wan ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฅต
@Realdxnz10k
21 shaking his ass on drake๐๐
@dniilii
@@Realdxnz10k you got the roles reversed, buddy.๐
@succaroniandcheese
Drake was shaking his ass in the studio on this one
@arthurleonardmalijan5163
ong lol
@hateeveryone124
real
@manifest3698
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