Lay Down French Montana (Ft. Dame Grease & Mike Shorey)

(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