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Rich the Kid - Gimme A Second Lyrics



Rich the Kid - Gimme A Second Lyrics
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[ Featuring Peso Pluma ]

DJ Durel

Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell walkin' around passin' CD's in the parking lot
Now my little bitch want five racks for a new bag 'cause I'm rich enough (rich enough)
Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the juggernaut (juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (hold on)

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second

Rich as hell, bad bitches, gotta duck 'em off
I done f*cked them all, like a kiss and tell
Baby mama steady trippin' on me
Why she's hating on me?
Tell her, "Go to hell" (go to hell)
Young nigga, I done ran it up
Money too tall, I can go to jail (yeah)
Yeah, it was just me and Durel
Yeah, I had to grind for real
I had to ride the train 'fore I seen a mil'
Wake up, I put on new Chanel
Left the house, couldn't leave my skin
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Mama mad, couldn't take the smell
Too many racks, I left a paper trail
F*ck twelve, I would never tell (f*ck them)
No deposit, write me a check up, I barter my zip
Start me L.A. when I Yo Gotti
I knock it out, she call me, "Big Papi" (Big Papi)
Flexing, so many diamonds, can't forget my bank account was on E
Look at my Cuban links, got me walking 'round with yo bank account on me

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second (hold on)

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 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

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded Cuban necklace
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant?
Hold on, let me count it
Gimme a second
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DJ Durel

Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell walkin' around passin' CD's in the parking lot
Now my little bitch want five racks for a new bag 'cause I'm rich enough (rich enough)
Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the juggernaut (juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (hold on)

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second

Rich as hell, bad bitches, gotta duck 'em off
I done f*cked them all, like a kiss and tell
Baby mama steady trippin' on me
Why she's hating on me?
Tell her, "Go to hell" (go to hell)
Young nigga, I done ran it up
Money too tall, I can go to jail (yeah)
Yeah, it was just me and Durel
Yeah, I had to grind for real
I had to ride the train 'fore I seen a mil'
Wake up, I put on new Chanel
Left the house, couldn't leave my skin
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Mama mad, couldn't take the smell
Too many racks, I left a paper trail
F*ck twelve, I would never tell (f*ck them)
No deposit, write me a check up, I barter my zip
Start me L.A. when I Yo Gotti
I knock it out, she call me, "Big Papi" (Big Papi)
Flexing, so many diamonds, can't forget my bank account was on E
Look at my Cuban links, got me walking 'round with yo bank account on me

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second (hold on)

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 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

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it
Gimme a second

Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth
Got on a flooded Cuban necklace
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant?
Hold on, let me count it
Gimme a second
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Writer: Dimitri Roger, Hassan Laija
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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Performed By: Rich the Kid
Featuring: Peso Pluma
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Hassan Laija

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