Paroles Act right Yo Gotti

Act right

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
I'm going going back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre, all I do is talk yay

[Bridge: yo Gotti]
In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryna break a record like a DJ
Thats a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I give that bitch some act right

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Act right, act right
Money dont fold if it ain't right
Act right, act right
Niggas playin' games you can act right

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm goin' goin back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'm a street nigga all I do is talk yay
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
Ain't lookin' for a freak though, lookin for a freak ho
Cuban link chain on my neck weigh a kilo
Nigga just violated pissed to the dirty to his p.o
On the real nigga on a scale of one to ten you a zero
Damn, that a bad bitch you a Creole
On the West coast the bitch say she from the N.O.
Act right, get your life changed
Fuck a purse you can get the last name
Real nigga shit boy I hate lames
All my nigga sell dope or gang bang
Me and cash get the act right
You ain't in a foreign you dont look right

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'mma tell ya off top mother fuck free Boose
Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man
Thinkin' came with a step might be the shit
I got a rooster in my Rari might be your bitch
I said I pull to detention Aventador
Make you bitch pass out straight hit the floor
Said I never seen a car like that before
Whats that thang stickin up? thats the door
I told YG I'mma go ride the whip
You just hangin' out the window ghost ride the clip
I made my first quarter million dollars off the blow
He want a nine piece chicken took that to-go
I'mma tell ya like this, ya'll motherfucker listen
Kilo all day motherfucker I'm trippin'
If you run up on me think I'm slippin'
Michael Jordan with the chopper man I hit you like Pippen act right

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: YG]
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to myself
I'mma fly nigga nigga I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them
Fuck my ex with a pogos
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
Niggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I dont need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you bitch you been a rat
I dont got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols

[Bridge]

[Hook]