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Drake & 21 Savage Lyrics


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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
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

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 the 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 postin' guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got-

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 someone-

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

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 pushin' PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doin' B&E
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

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?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Drake and 21 Savage’s song Rich Flex revel in the duo’s extravagant lifestyle, with references to buying weed and paying for multiple people’s club entry. They express their disregard for where their feet land as they step confidently through the world, with 21 Savage boasting about his ability to “put a nigga in the chicken wing”. Drake asks 21 Savage to “hit a lil rich flex” for him and drop some bars about his “pussy ex”, while 21 Savage speaks about his experience with yellow diamonds, never sending bitches his “dot” and his penchant for slapping “a pussy nigga with the ratchet”. The song ends with Drake complimenting 21 Savage on his success and status as the “motherfuckin’ man”.


The lyrics in this song showcase a braggadocious attitude and a desire for material wealth that is typical of the hip-hop genre. Drake and 21 Savage describe their lavish lifestyles with references to expensive diamonds and partying, and exhibit their power and dominance over others with aggressive language. The song is also interspersed with talk of sex and relationships, with Drake expressing his interest in a “pussy ex” and 21 Savage asking a woman to “suck it”. Overall, the lyrics to Rich Flex showcase a desire for power, wealth, and sexual prowess through a combination of aggressive language and references to the acquisition of material goods.


Line by Line Meaning

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Let's purchase marijuana from a dealer and then head to the club


Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in, we crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah
Let's pay for the admission of about 10 people and have a great time in the club


Know we walk around the world Steppin', not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah
We wander around the world carelessly, and don't worry about where we walk


Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix) Yeah, 21, the biggest Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy
We're intimidating and can easily overpower others by putting them in submission holds like the chicken wing.


21, can you do somethin' for me? (21) Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)
Can my friend 21 Savage show off his extravagant lifestyle in the form of a rich flex?


Then 21 (21), can you do somethin' for me? (Yeah) Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)
Can 21 Savage handle an issue with our opposition?


21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21) Do your thing, 21, do your thing
We're encouraging 21 Savage to handle his business and do his thing


Yellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lot
The diamonds in my watch are yellow and expensive


Never send a bitch your dot, that's how you get shot
Never reveal your location to someone you don't trust, or they might try to harm you


All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted
None of my ex-girlfriends are impressive or worth mentioning


If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'
If our opposition isn't making music, they're hiding or avoiding us


You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it
If you're not capable of handling a weapon, don't act like you are


I know you on your period, baby, can you suck it?
Rather than engage in sexual activity, I'm requesting oral sex instead from a woman who is on her menstrual cycle


I'm a savage (21) Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21) I'll slap a pussy nigga with the ratchet (pussy)
I'm savage and violent; I'll even hit a disrespectful man with a gun


Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21) Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don't call me (21)
Don't reach out to me on Christmas Eve; instead, call a relative since I don't want to be bothered


Always in my ear, your ho a flea (fuck)
Your girlfriend is annoying and insignificant to me


Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
I don't understand why my opposition is showing off weapons when they don't use them properly


Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome That's just what a nigga on
We carry guns and are willing to use them


I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doin' BNE We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC
We used to dream of owning a GMC car, and now we're on the road driving fast like a DMC


Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late 21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate
I'm prepared for unexpected visitors, including law enforcement and enemies, at my house


All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
Everyone should know that they are talking to a Slaughter Gang CEO


Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you, ooh You is the man, you hear me?
You should know that you're the best and are highly valued, my friend




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Aldrin Davis, Anderson Hernandez, Anthony Germaine White, Bobby Session, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Charles Bernstein, Clifford J. Harris, Gladys Hayes, Isaac De Boni, Jahmal Gwin, Megan J Pete, Michael Mule, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

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@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.



@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 got—

[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 someone—

[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?



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@-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 "👉👈"

@em4six348

Nwani wan 😩😫🥵

@Realdxnz10k

21 shaking his ass on drake😂😂

@dniilii

@@Realdxnz10k you got the roles reversed, buddy.💀

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@succaroniandcheese

Drake was shaking his ass in the studio on this one

@arthurleonardmalijan5163

ong lol

@hateeveryone124

real

@manifest3698

😂😂😂😂😂😂

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