Kidd Wright - Baguettes & Checks (feat. Vyaz) Lyrics

Stupid
Yeah

Talking my shit since I came out the womb
Got the mind of a scholar the heart of a goon
I'm a dog with no collar can't stop what I do
Put baguettes on my wrist with the check I jus blew
With the tec you get hit better watch how you move
Just grind for a check ain't got shit else to do
Hit the stu make a hit and I'm smoking on boof
Hit the stu make a hit and I'm smoking on boof

Yeah

Baguettes and checks is all that I see
Baguettes and checks
All that I need
Baguettes and checks
Q of that kush
Baguettes and checks
Just give me a push

Just stick to the grind everything will be good
I'm all bout' my paper you try get me shook
Ain't just a rapper thats writing down hooks
I ain't like no gangster that's tryna be tuff
Take my emotions and jot em in books
You can't tell me nothin I'm all in my duff
Gotta move smart stay away from them drugs
I married the money and f*cked all the love

She, know when I offense she defense

F*ck away if u don't hit my celly
She just want me put dick in her belly
When I cum she treat that like confetti
Chase the gwuap got a lot I got plenty
F*ck the opps I pee on (peon) em' they scary
Plus yo' bitch do too much she look sweaty
All these checks need invest in baguettes
All these checks need invest in baguettes

Had to spazz on this bitch
On my way out I don't need an assist
Grind for my bros and each one of my sis
I got deaf fans so this beat gotta hit
And it's hot outside but my wrist froze as a bitch
Don't usually have wheels but I took a lil' trip
If she keep it up ima turn miss too mrs
We go and get rich never come back again

Baguettes and checks
Is all that I see
Baguettes and checks
All that I need
Baguettes and checks
Q of that kush
Baguettes and checks
Just give me a push

She want wine and sex
Told her I'm good
If she offer the neck
Ima take that for sure
Nut on my tee
Ima stop at the store
Think I need to re up
Call up the bro

Ima call up the bro he be trappin for sure
Got quarters and o's got you for the low
Way too much work we should open a store
Tryna run up my money cop butterfly doors
Get me some honeys to f*ck on the low
Way too much stress don't know where to go
Eyes coming low
From all of the dope
When it all falls down
Pour alc in the four

Baguettes and checks
Is all that I see
Baguettes and checks
All that I need
Baguettes and checks
Q of that kush
Baguettes and checks
Just give me a push

She want wine and sex
Told her I'm good
If she offer me neck ima take that for sure
Nut on my tee
Stop at the store
Think I need to re-up
Call up the bro