Baby (feat. Mike Shorey) [Radio Version] - Fabolous

(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)

Yeah, baby Let me put it in your mouth, give me head, baby Fuck a ex, you a whole damn check, baby You the one other hoes ain't a threat, baby Ass hella fat, let me hit it from the back, baby Feeling like I'm Santa come and put it on my lap, baby Seen you on the 'Gram, so I had to double tap, baby Made her tap out, now I had to double back, baby Why these niggas tryna snatch, baby? We goin' last I ain't tripping on my last, baby When I smash I ain't finna use a mask, baby Give us nine months we goin' have these hoes mad, baby You the truth, baby Me and you Why you think I bought a coupe, baby? Meet me in the back seat, what it do, baby? Who is you? They don't even got a clue, baby Bad bitch, sorry if you think that I'm rude, baby You ain't in the mood I be knowing what to do, baby Finna skinny dip leave you wet like a pool, baby Finna make a kid then we finna make a new baby Only right gotta fuck when we fight, baby Fuck a price baby 'Cause the shit something light, baby Pussy tight, yeah, I need it every night, baby Fuck a eight, fuck a nine, you a dime, baby My bitch classy, not rachet She throw it back, I'ma catch it New nails new hair with the new lashes Ass fat like it's fake, but it's not plastic She got a small waist, I ain't got a fat bitch Pretty ass face I ain't got a catfish Niggas want to fuck, I ain't on no mad shit I know it's goin' happen 'cause I got a bad bitch Yeah, yeah, baby Put it in a bun when you give me head, baby Give you backshots pulling on your hair, baby All I hear is "Daddy" when I make you yell, baby I can keep a secret, I don't kiss and tell, baby I like how you do it 'cause you do it well, baby When I beat it up I'm going for the kill, baby Going all night like I'm off a pill, baby