Don Toliver links up with Nigerian superstar Rema for “Secondhand,” a smoky, late-night confession that flips luxury and longing into something addictive. Over lush, hypnotic production, the two trade verses about refusing to let a rare connection slip into the background—questioning why something this real has to feel secondhand at all. It’s equal parts possessive and vulnerable, with Toliver’s syrupy croon meeting Rema’s effortless melody in a way that feels both intimate and larger-than-life. Fans searching for Secondhand lyrics by Don Toliver and Rema keep coming back for the way it captures that push-pull of wanting someone who feels irreplaceable.
| Lead Vocals | Don Toliver & Rema |
| Songwriter | 206Derek, Don Toliver, Gabe Shaddow, Rema & Roark Bailey |
| Music Producer | 206Derek, Gabe Shaddow & Roark Bailey |
| Label | Cactus Jack Records, Atlantic Records & Donnway & Co. |
| Release Date | January 30, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Cactus Jack Records, Donnway & Co. & Atlantic Records |
| Distributor | Warner Music Group |
| Phonographic Copyright ℗ | Donnway & Co. & Atlantic Records |
Lyrics of Secondhand by Don Toliver feat. Rema
[Intro]
How Am I Supposed To Let You Go?
How Am I Supposed To Let You Walk Away?
How Am I Supposed To Let You Go?
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My Life
All I Ever Wanted In My
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My
All I Ever Wanted In My Life, Life, Life
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My (You’re Only, Uh)
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My
[Chorus: Don Toliver, Rema, Don Toliver & Rema]
And I’m Like, “What’s Up? What’s Up?” (Up) Sippin’ On Fanta (Yeah)
Black Like Wakanda (Oh), Let Me Remind Ya (Oh)
Rockin’ Designer, Racks In My Binder
She My Type Of Liner, You Will Never Find Her
I Would Do The Same If I Ain’t Have Cash And I Had Time For Her
Who Said We Had To Be Secondhand Lovers? (Lover)
You Know We Play The Game, We Need Each Other
Need Each Other
[Verse 1: Rema]
Angel Dust (Angel Dust)
Shawty Always Got Me Trippin’ Like Angel Dust (Yo, Angel Dust)
Everywhere She Goes, You Always See Me, I’m Flockin’, I’m Flockin’
Shawty, You Stuck With Me Like I’m Stuck In Your Teeth, No Flossin’
My Phone Gon’ Ring-ring, I Pull Up In A GT (Yeah)
Wrap It First, Easy, All Because She Pretty
Her Friends Talkin’ Down On Me, She Petty, She Don’t Listen
She Double Down Off The Hennessy, She Sluttin’ Me, She Sluttin’ Me
Slap The Devil And Told Him That My Girl Hotter
(How Am I Supposed To Let You Go?)
If I’m Way Too Tall, No, No, With The Way You Whine, Yo, Yo
(How Am I Supposed To Let You Walk Away?)
Who Taught Ya, Who Taught Ya? (Ayy)
Got My Hands All On Ya Body (How Am I Supposed To Let You Go? Ayy)
Please Don’t Break My Heart (You’re All I Ever Wanted In My Life)
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My (You’re All I Ever Wanted, Huh)
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My (You’re Only, Uh)
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
And I’m Like, “What’s Up? What’s Up?” Sippin’ On Fanta
Black Like Wakanda, Let Me Remind Ya (Oh)
Rockin’ Designer, Racks In My Binder
She My Type Of Liner, You Will Never Find Her
I Wouldn’t Do The Same If I Ain’t Have Cash And I Had Time For Her
Who Said We Had To Be Secondhand Lovers? (Lover)
You Know We Stay Together, We Need Each Other
We Need Each Other
[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
This A Lamborghini, Baby, Are You With Me?
She Do Bobby, Whitney, That Booty Always Tempting
Why Are You Here Sipping? I Sing A Whole Symphony
I Took Her To The Gucci Store And Walked Out With Some Tiffany
Now We In Here Singin’ All These Love Songs, All These Love Songs
Girl, You Gave Me Love, Shawty, Swingin’ In Your Undertone, Yeah
You Know I Be In, Yeah, On A Mission, I Need You To Get Down And Do That
[Bridge: Don Toliver]
Let’s Go, Let’s Go, Outside, Outside
This Ain’t Be My Time, She Ain’t Like A Hot Tie
Let’s Go, Let’s Go, Outside, Outside
A Chopper Outside, My Blackout Is Outside
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My (You’re Only, Uh)
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Rema]
And I’m Like, “What’s Up? What’s Up?” (Up) Sippin’ On Fanta (Yeah)
Black Like Wakanda (Oh), Let Me Remind Ya (Oh)
Rockin’ Designer, Racks In My Binder
She My Type Of Liner, You Will Never Find Her
[Outro]
How Am I Supposed To Let You Go?
How Am I Supposed To Let You Walk Away?
How Am I Supposed To Let You Go?
You’re All I Ever Wanted In My—
About “Secondhand by Don Toliver”
Don Toliver and Rema bridge Houston haze and Lagos heat on “Secondhand,” a sultry standout where love refuses to play second fiddle—smooth, cinematic, and impossible to shake.
Built on wavy, psychedelic trap production from 206Derek, Gabe Shaddow, and Roark Bailey, the track leans into atmospheric synths and rolling percussion that let the vocals breathe. The mood is intoxicating: seductive flexes about designer racks and Lamborghinis sit alongside raw pleas of “How am I supposed to let you go?” It’s classic Toliver indulgence—high-end lifestyle laced with real emotion—elevated by Rema’s Afrobeats-tinged flow and playful energy. The result is a cross-continental vibe that feels effortless, blending trap melancholy with danceable rhythm in a way only these two could pull off.
“Secondhand” appears on Don Toliver’s new album OCTANE, a high-octane ride through excess, romance, and self-reflection. The project, out now via Cactus Jack and Atlantic, pushes Toliver’s sound into bolder, more global territory, mixing psychedelic trap with international flavors. This Rema collaboration stands out as one of the album’s most replayable moments, balancing vulnerability with swagger and proving Toliver’s ear for game-changing features remains unmatched. Stream it on Spotify—the full tracklist delivers plenty more late-night fuel.
At this stage of his career, Toliver is operating at peak confidence: no longer just the Travis Scott protégé, he’s carving his own lane with cinematic albums and boundary-pushing collabs. Teaming with Rema—fresh off dominating global charts—feels like a natural power move, expanding his sound without losing the hazy, hedonistic core fans love. In a discography that already includes standouts like Life of a DON and Love Sick, “Secondhand” adds a new layer: proof that Toliver can channel real emotion into tracks that still bang from the whip to the function.
What lingers most is the chemistry—two artists at the top of their game trading lines like they’ve known each other forever. In a crowded streaming era, “Secondhand” cuts through with genuine feeling wrapped in irresistible production, the kind of song that soundtracks both heartbreak and late-night drives.
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