[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