(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   Kuz I'm gettin' money   I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high   I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky   I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright   {French Montana}:   {Huh (Huhhh)}   {Lay down (lay down)}   {My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}   {Huh (Huhhh)}   {Lay down (lay down)}   {My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}   {Huh (Huhhh)}   {Lay down (lay down)}   {My niggaz 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 niggaz 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 Bently 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' niggaz for they jewels, can't sell 'em   We flood the game and let 'em digest   Mindset on the older shit, these other niggaz in a contest   And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance   Niggaz 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:   I'm out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper   I'm cakin', y'all should already know   The diamonds all in the bezel, stop tryna get on my level   Man y'all got a long way to go   Kuz I'm gettin' money   I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high   I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky   I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright   {French Montana}:   {Huh (Huhhh)}   {Lay down (lay down)}   {My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}   {Huh (Huhhh)}   {Lay down (lay down)}   {My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}   {Huh (Huhhh)}   {Lay down (lay down)}   {My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}      (Lord be thy fine)   (She's left me)   (So cold, so alone)   (Oh yeah)      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 niggaz lobby, ballin' through the paperwork   Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only laby   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 ill sound   Niggaz 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)