Song: | Gimme A Second |
Singer: | Peso Pluma, Rich The Kid |
Music: | DJ Durel, TheLabCook |
Lyrics: | Rich The Kid, Peso Pluma, DJ Durel, TheLabCook |
Album: | Gimme A Second / Band Man (2024) |
Gimme A Second Lyrics English Translation
(DJ Durel)
(DJ Durel)
Gotta flex a lot
Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell walkin’ ’round passin’ CDs in the parking 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)
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)
Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (Hold on)
Let me stop (Hold on)
Flexin’ (Flexin’)
Flexin’ (Flexin’)
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
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)
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)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep)
Rich as hell
Rich as hell
Bad b!tches, gotta duck ’em all, I done f*cked ’em all, I can’t kiss and tell (Yeah)
Bad b!tches, gotta duck ’em all, I done f*cked ’em all, I can’t kiss and tell (Yeah)
Baby mama steady trippin’ on me, why she hatin’ on me? Tell her go to hell (Go to hell)
Baby mama steady trippin’ on me, why she hatin’ on me? Tell her go to hell (Go to hell)
Young n!gga, I done ran it up, money too tall, I can’t go to jail (Yeah)
Young n!gga, I done ran it up, money too tall, I can’t go to jail (Yeah)
Yeah, it was just me and Durel, yeah
Yeah, it was just me and Durel, yeah
I had to grind for real
I had to grind for real
Had to ride the train before I seen a mil’ (Mil’)
Had to ride the train before I seen a mil’ (Mil’)
Wake up, I put on new Chanel (Yeah)
Wake up, I put on new Chanel (Yeah)
Left the house, couldn’t leave my scale (Uh)
Left the house, couldn’t leave my scale (Uh)
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Mama mad, couldn’t take the smell (Mama)
Mama mad, couldn’t take the smell (Mama)
Too many racks, left a paper trail
Too many racks, left a paper trail
Fuck 12, I would never tell (Fuck ’em)
Fuck 12, I would never tell (Fuck ’em)
No deposit
No deposit
Ran me a check up, I bought a Masi’ (Skrrt)
Ran me a check up, I bought a Masi’ (Skrrt)
Start me a label, not Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
Start me a label, not Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
I knock it out, she call me Big Papi (Big Papi)
I knock it out, she call me Big Papi (Big Papi)
Flexin’
Flexin’
So many diamonds, can’t forget my bank account was on E (Woo, woo)
So many diamonds, can’t forget my bank account was on E (Woo, woo)
Look at my Cuban links, got me walkin’ ’round with your bank account on me (Rich)
Look at my Cuban links, got me walkin’ ’round with your bank account on me (Rich)
Flexin’ (Flexin’)
Flexin’ (Flexin’)
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
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)
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 (Hold on, beep)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Hold on, beep)
Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK
Hustling in the neighborhood, hanging the AK
Sus culitos hacen “clap”, rolando en un zig-zag
Those booties go “clap”, rolling in a Zig-Zag
Muchas pacas, menos mal, ya saben que ando high
Lots of stacks, thank goodness, you already know I’m high
No es el Phantom, Cullinan, voy tapado y no es Irak
It’s not the Phantom, it’s the Cullinan, I’m covered, and it’s not Iraq
El navesón Aventador, una mansión como Playboy
The big ride is an Aventador, a mansion like Playboy’s
Lo que una noche de morro soñó
What a kid once dreamed of one night
Algunas dicen que soy un f*ckboy
Some say I’m a f*ckboy
Fuck, no, no, no
Fuck, no, no, no
Ya no sé ni cuántas son las pastillas que me dio
I don’t even know how many pills she gave me
Esta niña en el trocón me la llevo y qué sé yo
This girl in the truck, I’ll take her, and who knows
Lista pa’ sacar la Glock
Ready to pull out the Glock
Flexin’ (Flexin’)
Flexin’ (Flexin’)
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
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)
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)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep)
Flexin’
Flexin’
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace
I was broke, couldn’t buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant
I was broke, couldn’t buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant
Hold on, let me count it, give me a second
Hold on, let me count it, give me a second