French Montana - Do It Right lyrics

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French Montana - Do It Right lyrics

[French Montana:] Hold on to ya love [Hook] French Montana: If you wanna do it, take your time Do it right You can do it baby Get yo' money right [Verse 1 Max B:] After two fifths of Cru, I had the plan made n***a got his food ate, patched it up wit' a band-aid Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese, and mustard Your b**hes look busted sh** got me disgusted, clusters droop off the left wrist I think I got a d**h wish Sittin' back, suicide your thoughts of doin' it Hittin' the switch, all my n***as could move a brick I can move the sh** on a slow day, no play, okay I be speakin' to my b**h Oshay And as we roll on, hold on to ya love Mami fiendin', she want more d** Shaking and she goin' through withdrawls Big pitfalls, I'm 'bout to be the sh** dog Can a n***a stop what I'm bringin', singin' Soundin' all good I'm going all around the hood, it's Max B [Hook] [Verse 2 French Montana:] Get high till we can't see Your rap career over, look for plan B These rap n***as, softer than cotton candy I ain't a boss, all my n***as family Every n***a near me, got a gun just as big as Camby That's Marcus, and open coffins Bootleg cable, and b**h You get what you bring to the table I got shrimp and spaghetti, and Prego sauce Yeah my boy polished, homie ding those off And I hear him knockin', it's the Wavie Crockett With more hoes from River Road And more O's, and plenty rolled From food stamps to big checks And I'll smack a b**h wit' a 100 stacks off a reflex That's a jackpot, 650 with the ragtop And Pillsbury for a mascot [Hook] [Verse 3 Tony Yayo:] S.O.D. Swammies On Deck homie My k**ers O.D. and die for respect homie The barrel of my gun, start to pre-cum Fiendin' to buss, I'm low when the D's come G-Unit is a money-makin' fountain 25 on the wrist, my chick in Christian LaBoutan's Kick a n***a in the head, football punt a n***a Then stab a n***a quick like a London n***a Your career is a blender n***a, mine is promised I wear a 9 in the snakeskin Pradas Wit' a 9 in a chick that's chasin' dollars Like I'm chasin' dollars By any means necessary, yeah a n***a necklace heavy Let the caviar dreams star out I'm in the hood with the Porsche out To the G5 turbulation The fly dude by it, where they camel-racin' [Hook]