Lay Down

(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

[French Montana: x3]
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

[French Montana: x3]
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)