Peso Pluma - Gimme A Second 2 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
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 likе, "Where? That way"
I was geeked, took a half a bеan
Don't play with me like gasoline
If she love flexin', let her join the team (Flex)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
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)

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
Flexin'
Girl named Dallas send a hundred 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 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 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
[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 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

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
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)