Rich The Kid – Gimme A Second 2 Lyrics

Rich The Kid Gimme A Second 2 Lyrics, Kanye West Gimme A Second 2 Lyrics, Ty Dolla $ign Gimme A Second 2 Lyrics

Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell walkin’ ’round passin’ CDs in the parking lot
Now my lil’ b**** 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 n****, I was runnin’ wild as a bad child
Livin’ figure eight
Young n**** ran the money up, now I put a b**** 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
Water on me as wet as pump, ayy
Chasin’ money like, “Where? That way”
I was geeked, took it, half a bean
Don’t play with me like gasoline
And she love flexin’, let her join the team
Yeah, flexin’ like I lift weights
We mix it 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)
Better go with 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’
Girl named Dallas, send a hundred texts
Yeah, before I send a b**** 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 b****, get the most, not the less
F**k my b**** 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 f**k about shit, I’m a reverend
Last time I got hella hate, treated like I wasn’t intellig-Ye
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)

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Rich The Kid, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign
  • Album: Gimme A Second 2
  • Released: 2024