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

Yeah, they heard about me
Young nigga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child up in Figure 8
Young nigga ran the money up, now I put a bitch in a figure eight (figure eight)
Hold on (hold on), let's get somethin' straight (yeah)
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 (Hyundai)
Water on me like, "Where is Pompeii?"
Chasin' money like, "Where? That way"
I was geeked, took a half a bean
Don't play with me like gasoline
If she love flexin', let her join the team (flex)

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 (no cap shit, real life)
Hold on, let me count it
Gimme a second (hold on, beep)

Flexin'
Girl named Dallas send a hunnid texts
Yeah, before I send a bitch 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 bitch, get the most, not the lesser
Fuck my bitch from the back too hard, she say, "That dick aggressive"
Walk in, buy the whole building, real-estate profile lookin' impressive
My oldest said, "Daddy not goin' 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 fuck about shit, I'm irreverent
Last time, I got hella hate
Treated like I wasn't intelligent
Real body, but they hella fake
Gettin' 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
Gimme a second (beep)

Joseando ando en el barrio
Colgándole el AK
Esos 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 fuckboy
Fuck, 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

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 (no cap shit, real life)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second (hold on, beep)

Written by:
Dmitri Roger, Kanye West

Publisher:
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