Baguettes lyrics

[Intro]
Money talk, money talk, money talks
Feel like Rich the Kid, plug walk

[Chorus]
Big ass baguettes, I ain't done yet (Nah)
Just cashed the check (Ching, ching, ching), then I spent it (Damn)
I'm good at making this money, but I'ma make it all right back in a minute
She laughing, she say that it's funny how I have Gucci Vuitton all on my linen
This Corona sh*t is tragic
That's why I keep an automatic
Spray 'em down, let 'em have it
Again and again, Lenny Kravitz
These n*ggas can't handle the heat
That's why I'm cooking them up all like some Whole Foods
And these n*ggas know I can't be beat
That's why I'm cutting them all short like a haiku

[Verse 1]
Fight me, n*gga, you don't want to fight mе
Took her to the bedroom (Damn), shе said that she won't keep it lowkey (Okay)
Baby said that, "I'll c*m soon," (What?) girl, are you talking now or later? (Now)
She all on her knees, she aiming to please, she serving me like a waiter (Dinner's served)
Nowadays on my shoes, alligator (Snap)
Radiator Springs, tow Mater
Yeah, b*tch, you just an online hater
Making that chopper come, masturbator
I'm addicted to the wealth, I only want Dior (Dior)
Walked in the scene with a tiger pelt, I might need four more, four more
[Chorus]
Big ass baguettes, I ain't done yet (Nah)
Just cashed the check (Ching, ching, ching), then I spent it (Damn)
I'm good at making this money, but I'ma make it all right back in a minute
She laughing, she say that it's funny how I have Gucci Vuitton all on my linen
This Corona sh*t is tragic
That's why I keep an automatic
Spray 'em down, let 'em have it
Again and again, Lenny Kravitz
These n*ggas can't handle the heat
That's why I'm cooking them up all like some Whole Foods
And these n*ggas know I can't be beat
That's why I'm cutting them all short like a haiku

[Verse 2]
Fat ass, thick thighs, yeah, she got an attitude
Me and my guys, yeah, gang finna get rude
These n*ggas try to ride the wave
Please don't misbehave
Chopper send you to your grave
Better sleep with the light on
Hit him with the left, then right on
I been beating my chest like King Kong, yeah
I shoot my shot it's a free-throw, yeah
Got in trouble for smoking that pot
So I gotta cook this sh*t up from the basement
n*gga think that he hot but he not
The only thing hot is when he hit the pavement
[Chorus]
Big ass baguettes, I ain't done yet (Nah)
Just cashed the check (Ching, ching, ching), then I spent it (Damn)
I'm good at making this money, but I'ma make it all right back in a minute
She laughing, she say that it's funny how I have Gucci Vuitton all on my linen
This Corona sh*t is tragic
That's why I keep an automatic
Spray 'em down, let 'em have it
Again and again, Lenny Kravitz
These n*ggas can't handle the heat
That's why I'm cooking them up all like some Whole Foods
And these n*ggas know I can't be beat
That's why I'm cutting them all short like a haiku