Gimme A Second 2 (Demo) lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Gotta flex a 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)
pus*y good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (Hold on)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Flexin' (Flexin')
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 1: Rich The Kid]
Rich as hell
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 mе, why she hatin' on me? Tell hеr go to hell (Go to hell)
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
I had to grind for real
Had to ride the train before I seen a mil' (Mil')
Wake up, I put on new Chanel (Yeah)
Left the house, couldn't leave my scale (Uh)
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Mama mad, couldn't take the smell (Mama)
Too many racks, left a paper trail
f*ck 12, I would never tell (f*ck 'em)
No deposit
Ran me a check up, I bought a Masi' (Skrrt)
Start me a label like Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
I knock it out, she call me Big Papi (Big Papi)
Flexin'
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)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Flexin' (Flexin')
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 (Hold on, beep)

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flexin'
Girl named Dallas, send a hundred texts
Yeah, before I send a b*tch a blessing
I need to see if the sex good, I'm a sexist
Sendin' pus*y shots, girl, you know I need the breasts
Said she pay for dinner, instead ate me up for breakfast
If she pay for dinner, I'ma still need the dessert
My di*k hard, this b*tch hotter than the desert
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 f*ck about sh*t, 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 pus*y 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)