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)