Gimme A Second 2 Lyrics Rich The Kid, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign
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)
*** 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 ***, I was runnin’ wild as a bad child, livin’ figure eight
Young *** ran the money up, now I put a *** in a figure _ight (Figure eight)
Hold on (Hold on), let’s g_t somethin’ straight
I was runnin’ ’round, tryna get me straight
Like a fat kid, tryna get some cake
She eat it up like buffet (Buffet)
She eat it up right there in the driveway (Skrrt)
Skipped class, I ain’t never had a Hyundai
Water on me like, “Where is Pump?” Ayy
Chasin’ money like, “Where? That way”
I was geeked, took a half a bean
Don’t play with me like gasoline
And she love flexin’, let her join the team
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), flexin’ like I lift weights
Remix it like a mixtape (Remix)
Run the money up taller than 6’8″
Yeah (Yeah), ballin’ like a 49er (49er)
Couldn’t wait to get behind her (Yeah)
Bought a gold money counter (Woo)
Flexin’
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace
I was broke, couldn’t buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Real life)
Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (Hold on, beep)
Flexin’
Girl named Dallas, send a hundred texts
Yeah, before I send a *** a blessing
I need to see if the *** good, I’m a sexist
Cop that new Ferrari truck, yeah, and the Tesla
Top-notch ***, get the most, not the lesser
*** my *** from the back too hard, she say, “That *** 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 *** about ***, I’m irreverent
Last time I got hella hate
Treated like I wasn’t intellige’
Real body, but they hella fake
Gettin’ tours, I got hella dates
The *** 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