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Drake and 21 Savage went viral on TikTok thanks to “Rich Flex,” off their recent Billboard 200-topping joint album, Her Loss.
The song also launched at No. 1 on the Billboard Global 200 chart, and No. 2 on the Hot 100 songs chart.

If you need a guide to follow along with Drake and 21 Savage’s “Rich Flex,” find the lyrics below:

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the clubPay for ’bout ten n—as to get in, we crunk, lit, in this bi—, yeahKnow we walk around the worldSteppin’, not givin a damn ’bout where our feet land at, yeahGet you’re a– mushed, smooshed (6ix)Yeah, 21, the biggestPut a n—a in the chicken wing, p—y
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 p—y ex for meThen 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
Yellow diamonds in the watch, this sh– cost a lotNever send a bi— your dot, that’s how you get shotI DM in Vanish Mode, I do that sh– a lotTook her panties off and this bi— thicker than the plotAll my exes ain’t nothin’, them h–s bustedIf my opps ain’t rappin’, they a– duckin’You ain’t ready to pull the trigger, don’t clutch itI 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 p—y n—a with the ratchet (p—y)I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (p—y)Don’t call me on Christmas Eve, bi—, call your daddy (21)Bi—, call your uncle (21), bi—, don’t call me (21)Always in my L, your h- a flea (f—)Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)Paid like an athlete, I got-
All you h–s, all of you h–s need to remember who y’all talkin’ toIt’s a Slaughter Gang CEOI got dick for you if I’m not workin’, girlIf I’m busy, then f— noYou need to find you someone else to callWhen your bank account get low, you need to find you someone-
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyI’m on that Slaughter Gang sh–, ayy, murder gang sh–Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh–, ayy, murder gang sh–, ayy
Stick and stones, chrome on chromeThat’s just what a n—a onInternet clones, got ’em kissin’ through the phoneP—ies cliquin’ up so they don’t feel alone, ayyNan’ n—a seein’ me, I’m Young Money CMBI used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNBThe bad bi—es waitin’ on a n—a like I’m PNDI’m steady pushin’ P, you n—as pushin’ PTSDI told her a– to kiss me in the club, f— a TMZI used to want a GMC, when Woe was doin’ BNEWe revvin’ up and goin’ on a run like we DMCI layup with her for a couple days, then its BRBYou rappers love askin’ if I f—ed, when you know we didWhen you know we didShe came in heels but she left out on her cozy sh–Ayy, I’m livin every twenty-four like Kobe didShoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8Swear this sh– is gettin’ ate, I’m on ten for the cakeGet a lot of love from twelve, but I don’t reciprocateFifty-one division stay patrollin’ when it’s late21 my addy, so the knife is on the gateAll the dawgs eatin’ off a Baccarat plateN—as see Drake and they underestimateTake it from a vet’, that’s a rookie a– mistake, ayy
Ah, what, whatSlaughter Gang sh–, ayy, murder gang sh–Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh–, ayy, murder gang sh–Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh–, ayy, murder gang sh–On GodBoy, look, you the motherf—in’ man, boy, you, oohYou is the man, you hear me?
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Aubrey Graham, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Anderson Hernandez, Brytavious Chambers, Michael Mule, Isaac John De Boni, Jamal Gwin, Megan Pete, Anthony White, Bobby Sessions, Clifford Harris, Aldrin Davis