Gimme A Second 2 Lyrics – Rich The Kid

Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell, walkin’ ’round, passin’ CDs in the parking lot
Now my lil’ b!tch 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!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, “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 b!tch a blessing
I need to see if the s*x good, I’m a s*xist
Cop that new Ferrari truck, yeah, and the Tesla
Top-notch b!tch, get the most, not the lesser
F**k my b!tch from the back too hard, she say, “That d!ck 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 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 pu$$y 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