Gimmie A Second 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, they heard about me
Young n*gga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child, livin' figure eight
Young n*gga ran the money up, now I put a b*tch in a figure eight (Figure eight)
Hold on (Hold on), let's get 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, "Whеre? That way"
I was geeked, took a half a bean
Don't play with mе 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)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
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)
[Verse 2: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
Flexin'
Girl named Dallas, send a hundred texts
Yeah, before I send a b*tch 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*tch, get the most, not the lesser
f*ck my b*tch from the back too hard, she say, "That di*k 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*ck about sh*t, 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 pus*y tight, the money right, she gon' sell a bit
Then they walk around like she celibate

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
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)
[Verse 3: Peso Pluma]
Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK
Sus culitos hacen "clap", rolando en un zig-zag
Muchas pacas, menos mal, ya saben que ando high
No es el Phantom, Cullinan, voy tapado y no es Irak
El navesón Aventador, una mansión como Playboy
Lo que una noche de morro soñó
Algunas dicen que soy un f*ckboy
f*ck, no, no, no
Ya no sé ni cuántas son las pastillas que me dio
Esta niña en el trocón me la llevo y qué sé yo
Lista pa' sacar la Glock

[Outro: Rich The Kid]
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)