Rich The Kid & Peso Pluma – GIMME A SEC Lyrics

GIMME A SEC Lyrics Rich The Kid & Peso Pluma

DJ Durel

Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell walkin’ around passin’ CD’s in the parking lot
Now my little *** want five racks for a new bag ’cause I’m rich enough (Rich enough)
*** good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like The Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (Hold on)

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on an all flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
I was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle, how’s my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second

Rich as hell, bad ***, gotta duck ’em off
I done *** them all, like a kiss and tell
Baby mama steady trippin’ on me
Why she’s hating on me?
Tell her, “Go to hell” (Go to hell)
Young ***, I done ran it up
Money too tall, I can go to jail (Yeah)
Yeah, it was just me and Durel
Yeah, I had to grind for real
I had to ride the train ‘fore I seen a mil’
Wake up, I put on new Chanel
Left the house, couldn’t leave my skin
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Mama mad, couldn’t take the smell
Too many racks, I left a paper trail
*** twelve, I would never tell (*** them)
No deposit, write me a check up, I barter my zip
Start me L.A. when I yo got it
I knock it out, she call me “Big Papi” (Big papi)
Flexing, so many diamonds, can’t forget my bank account was on E
Look at my Cuban links, got me walking ’round with yo bank account on me

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on an all flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
I was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle, how’s my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second (Hold on)

Joseando ando en el barrio
Colgandole el AK
Esos culitos hacen “clap”
Rolando en un Zig-Zag
Muchas pacas, menos mal
Ya saben que ando ***
No es el Phantom, Cullinan
Voy tapado y no es Irak
El naveson Aventador, una mansion como Playboy
Lo que una noche de morrro sono
Algunas dicen que soy un ***
***, no, no, no
Ya no se ni cuantas son las pastillas que me dio
Esta nina en el trocon
Me la llevo y que se yo
Lista pa’ sacar la Glock

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on an all flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
I was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle, how’s my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on an all flooded Cuban necklace
I was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle, how’s my pockets pregnant?
Hold on, let me count it
Gimme a second