Gimme A Second 2 ft. Kanye West, Peso Pluma & Ty Dolla $ign Lyrics

Gimme A Second 2 ft. Kanye West, Peso Pluma & Ty Dolla $ign - Rich The Kid

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Gotta flex a lot

I was broke as hell walkin' 'round passin' CDs in the parking lot

Now my lil' bitch want five racks for a new bag, is you rich or not? (Rich or not)

Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah)

Let me stop (Hold on)

Flexin' (Flexin')

Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)

I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Pregnant)

Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep)

Yeah, they heard about me

Young nigga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child

Livin' figure eight

Young nigga ran the money up, now I put a bitch in a figure eight (Figure eight)

Hold on (Hold on), let's get somethin' straight

I was runnin' 'round tryna get some scrape

Like a fat kid tryna get some cake

She eat it up like buffet (Buffet)

She ate it up right there on the driveway (Skrrt)

Skip class, I ain't never had a Hyundai

Took some man like, "Where? That way"

I was geeked, took a half beam

Don't play with me like gasoline

And she love flexin', let her join the team

Yeah, flexin' like I lift weights

Flexin' like a mixtape

Run the money up taller than 6'8"

Yeah (Yeah)

Runnin' like a 49er (49er)

Couldn't wait to get behind her (Yeah)

a money counter

Flexin' (Flexin')

Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)

I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Pregnant)

Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep)

Flexin'

Grindin' dollars, send a hundred texts

Yeah, before I send a bitch a blessing

I need to see if the sex good, I'm a sexist

Cop that new Ferrari truck, yeah, and the Tesla

Top notch bitch, get the most, not the less

Fuck my bitch from the back too hard

She said "That dick aggressive"

Walk in, buy the whole building

Real estate profile looking impressive

My oldest said, "Daddy not going to heaven"

Treat me like a deadbeat, said I wasn't present

They was tryna treat a king like a peasant

They bought my son a new dad like it's no headache

I don't give a fuck about shit, I'm a reverend

Last time I got hella hate, treated like I wasn't intelligent

Real body, but they hella fake

Good in tours, I got hella dates

The pussy tight, the money right, she gon' sell a bit

Then they walk around like she celibate

Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)

I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Pregnant)

Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep)