Gimme A Second 2 (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Peso Pluma)
Yeah, they heard about me
Young nigga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child, livin' figure eight
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
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?" Ay
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
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 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 intellige'
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
I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life)
Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (beep)
Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK
Sus culitos hacen "clap", rolando en un zigzag
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 (real life)
Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)
Young nigga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child, livin' figure eight
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
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?" Ay
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
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 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 intellige'
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
I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life)
Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (beep)
Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK
Sus culitos hacen "clap", rolando en un zigzag
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 (real life)
Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)
Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Leslie Roger, Daryl Mcpherson, Grant Dickinson, Hassan Emilio Kabande Laija
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