Rich The Kid, Kanye West, and Ty Dolla $ign have teamed up for the single “Gimme a Second 2”.
The track features a dark, eerie production reminiscent of Kanye’s “Yeezus” era, with hard-hitting drums and choirs in the background.
Rich The Kid delivers an aggressive verse, but Kanye West steals the show with his memorable flow and lyrics. Ty Dolla $ign is also featured on the track.
The song is the sequel to Rich The Kid’s previous hit “Gimme a Second”. It was released on June 21, 2024.
Rich The Kid Gimme A Second 2 Kanye West Lyrics
Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell, walkin’ ’round, passin’ CDs in the parking lot
Now my lil’ bitch want five racks for a new bag, is you rich or not? (Rich or not)
Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (Hold on)
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)
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?” Ayy
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
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), flexin’ like I lift weights
Remix it like a mixtape (Remix)
Run the money up taller than 6’8″
Yeah (Yeah), ballin’ like a 49er (49er)
Couldn’t wait to get behind her (Yeah)
Bought a gold money counter (Woo)
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 (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
