P-Lo - Act Right lyrics
[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**h some act right Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right n***as 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***a all I do is talk yay Want me in your city n***a 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***a just violated pissed dirty to his P.O On the real n***a scale one to ten you a zero Damn, that a bad b**h you a Creole On the West coast but she say she from the N.O Act right, get your life changed f** a pair of shoes, you can get the last name Real n***a sh** boy I hate lames All my n***a sell dope or gang bang Me and cash get the act right You ain't in a foreign you don't look right [Hook: Yo Gotti] Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right n***as playin' games you can act right [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'mma tell ya off top mother f** free Boosie Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man uzi Thinkin' came with a step might be the sh** I got a rooster in my Rari might be your b**h I said I pull up in this b**h in that Aventador Make you b**h pa** out straight hit the floor Said I never seen a car like that before What's that thang stickin up said 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 motherf**er listen Kilo all day motherf**er I'm trippin' But if you run up on me thinking I'm slippin' Michael Jordan with the chopper bet I hit you like Pippen act right [Hook: Yo Gotti] Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right n***as playin' games you can act right [Verse 3: YG] Goin' goin' back back to the bank Rest in peace to my safe I'mma fly n***a n***a 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 f** you, f** him, f** them f** my ex and her cohorts Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason n***as 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 b**h you been a rat I don't got money problems, I got trust issues Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols [Hook: Yo Gotti] Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right n***as playin' games you can act right