Lay Down

[Intro] (Lord be thy fine) (She's left me) (So cold, so alone) (Oh yeah) [Chorus: Mike Shorey] We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper I figure y'all should already know The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level And y'all got a long way to go Cause I'm gettin' money I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high I'm floatin' man I'm touchin the sky I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright [Post-Chorus: French Montana] Huh (Huhhh) Lay down (lay down) My niggas will take ya life (take ya life) (Lord be thy fine) (She's left me) (So cold, so alone) (Yeah) [Verse 1: French Montana] These old niggas in the west, said they gon' get the Tec And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight M6, get away, know a nigga trippin' Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and then celebrate Feel the prayer homie, a tradition thang Whippin' all them grams galore was the kitchen thang Homie first of all, it's ya boy Mac All-black GT Bentley with the skulled cracked, fall back You know a nigga can't call it, I might spoil it if I tell 'em Stick up boys robbin' niggas for they jewels, can't sell 'em We flood the game and let 'em digest Mindset on the older shit, these other niggas in a contest And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance Nigga talkin' all this money, we don't see it (Lord be thy fine) (She's left me) (So cold, so alone) (Oh yeah) [Chorus: Mike Shorey] We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper I figure y'all should already know The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level And y'all got a long way to go Cause I'm gettin' money I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high I'm floatin' man I'm touchin the sky I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright [Post-Chorus: French Montana] Huh (Huhhh) Lay down (lay down) My niggas will take ya life (take ya life) [Verse 2: Dame Grease] Caddy all-black, rollin' on a sour blunt Lot boy bigger, 40 Cal hit ya up Lenox Ave gang bang, you snitchin', all them, homocide Will erase ya kiss kiss, ran up on the jeep, see You ever seen your enemy get his head blown off On the back steps of his momma's porch Oh, your daddy smart, time to put in body work Come through in niggas lobby, ballin' through the paperwork Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only baby Burn 'em with the police, nigga must be crazy Get a nigga laid back, hit 'em with the tre pack Leave his momma screamin', lettin' off a I'll sound Niggas body fall, we took his bankroll Four in the streets, you watch the drama unfold (Lord be thy fine) (She's left me) (So cold, so alone) (Oh yeah)