Rich The Kid & Kanye West - Gimme A Second 2

[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