เนื้อเพลง Act Right - Yo Gotti

[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
That's a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I give that b*tch some Act Right

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it act right
Act right, act right
N*ggas 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 n*gga all I do is talk yay
Want me in your city n*gga know they gon' pay
Ain't lookin' for a free throw, lookin for a freak ho
Cuban link chain on my neck weigh a kilo
N*gga just violated pissed dirty to his P.O.
On the real n*gga scale one to ten you a zero
Damn, that a bad b*tch you a Creole
On the West coast but she say she from the N.O.
Act right, get your life changed
F*ck a pair of shoes, you can get the last name
Real n*gga sh*t boy I hate lames
All my n*gga sell dope or gang bang
Me and cash get the act right
You ain't in a foreign you don't look right

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'm a tell ya off top mother f*ck free Boosie
Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man uzi
Thinkin' came with a step might be the sh*t
I got a rooster in my Rari might be your b*tch
I said I pull up in this b*tch in that Aventador
Make you b*tch pass out straight hit the floor
Said I never seen a car like that before
What's that thang stickin up? that's the door
I told YG I'm a 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'm a tell ya like this, ya'll motherf*cker listen
Kilo all day motherf*cker I'm trippin'
But 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 my safe
I'm a fly n*gga n*gga I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I don't hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
F*ck you, f*ck him, f*ck them
F*ck my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
N*ggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I don't need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you b*tch you been a rat
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols

[Bridge]

[Hook]