Do It Right Lyrics

French Montana:

Hold on to ya love

Chorus

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

Nigga got his food ate, patched it up wit' a band-aid

Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese, and mustard

Your bitches look busted

Shit got me disgusted, clusters droop off the left wrist

I think I got a death wish

Sittin' back, suicidal thoughts of doin' it

Hittin' the switch, all my niggaz could move a brick

I can move the shit on a slow day, no play, okay

I be speakin' to my bitch Oshay

And as we roll on, hold on to ya love

Mami fiendin', she want more drugs

Shaking and she goin' through withdrawls

Big pitfalls, I'm 'bout to be the shit dog

Can a nigga stop what I'm bringin', singin'

Soundin' all good

I'm going all around the hood, it's Max B

Chorus

Verse 2

French Montana:

Get high till we can't see

Your rap career over, look for plan B

These rap niggaz, softer than cotton candy

I ain't a boss, all my niggaz family
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Every nigga near me, got a gun just as big as Camby

That's Marcus, and open coffins

Bootleg cable, and bitch

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 bitch wit' a 100 stacks off a reflex

That's a jackpot, 650 with the ragtop

And Pillsbury for a mascot

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Verse 3

Tony Yayo:

S.O.D. Swammies On Deck homie

My killers 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 nigga in the head, football punt a nigga

Then stab a nigga quick like a London nigga

Your career is a blender nigga, 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 nigga 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'

Chorus