Bagets

[Intro: Young Thug]
Please don't leave me, no
Mufasa, she sexy lady
Wheezy Beats
Grew us off the rain
Ooh, wait

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
We makin' love inside the booth yesterday and I still smell it
Oh yeah, I still smell it
I want my twins in that Bentley, eat it out, peanut butter and jelly
I got that real chick, slow it down with side chicks, hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Damn, I got a lotta baguettes on me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Lotta blue checks on me, stretch V-neck on me
Not a fan of Nike, nah, but I got a lotta blue checks on me
And I got a hoe, if you don't know, and I'm 'boutta pull up on fleek
Put that lil' bitch in a foreign, praying I take her off, hee
Bitches get- (bitches get worked)
Bitches get- (bitches get worked)
Bitches get bounced around, skeet off in a Maserati
Bitch, you better not tell nobody, if you peep outside, they bite
Long way from [?], now I'm in a Maybach grindin' like space
Playin' 'round with dog, yeah, you might get killed in the road
I got brothers behind the walls and they ready to eat your nose
All these guns signing off, 23 shots like new [?]
Show me these diamonds like [?] they card, nigga go in, up back on the ward
These niggas gon' play with these boys, I ask if they worried 'bout a dog
'Cause if you get left faced down, son, you started it all
My son, [?] outside, she rollin' the weed
You're all left in to heal, he poppin' these C's, ayy
Jeffery!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me with the Rollie
Got a lotta baguettes on me with the Pa-ta-tek
Got a lotta baguettes on me

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
What you got, you got a Rollie? A Pa-ta-tek?
Whole lotta Rollies & Pa-ta-teks
And I got a AP with the bezel
Lotta APs, nigga, bang it
Bling, bling on me right now
Lotta jewelry on me right now
Lean, lean on me right now
Swerve in the Mc
Laren right now

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Woah, please don't test on me, got a lotta stress on me
Yeah, I got my ex on me, she wanna put a hex on me
All black tint 'round me, with the whitest baguettes, whitest Piguet
Life after death, yeah, that count as success
And I can't pretend like I shouldn't walk around with that vest on my test day, if I read where my heart at
I just fucked around and spent a two year contract like, bsh, bsh, go and buy your mama a new compact
I'm a star, I'm a common thing, you like a comet, yeah, I'm in alignment, why you bitches lying?
I didn't change the game up boy, I helped designed it
You going against me? You need Elijah, Muhammad
I knocked down the walls in my head, freed my mind up
I'm so fucking conscious, that shit is my compass
And all I want to do is spend these blue strips with my main girl, fuck a new bitch, yeah (Don)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Please don't leave me, no
Mufasa, she sexy lady
Wheezy Beats
Grew us off the rain
Ooh, wait
We makin' love inside the booth last week and I still smell it
Mmm, mmm, I still smell it
I want my twins in that Bentley, eat it out, peanut butter and jelly
I got a lil' chick, slow it down with chicks, hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Lotta baguettes on me
Got a lotta baguettes on me
Yeah, I got a lotta baguettes on me

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
What you got, you got a Rollie? A Pa-ta-tek?
Whole lotta Rollies & Pa-ta-teks
And I got a AP with the bezel
Lotta APs, nigga, bang it
Bling, bling on me right now
Lotta jewelry on me right now
Lean, lean on me right now
Swerve in the Mc
Laren right now