Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Jeezy
Vocals
YG
Vocals
Lil Jon
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Paulo Ytienza Rodriguez
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Osten Harvey
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Sudan Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P-LO
Producer
Alec Newell
Recording Engineer
Antonio Rey
Recording Engineer
Dee Brown
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I'm going, going back, back to the Bay
Rest in peace, Mac Dre
All I do is talk yay'
[Chorus]
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 bitch some act right
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it act right
Act right, act right
**** playin' games get that act right
[Verse 1]
I'm going, going back, back to the Bay
Rest in peace, Mac Dre
I'm a street ****, all I do is talk yay'
Want me in your city, **** know they gon' pay
I ain't lookin' for a free throw, lookin' for a freak ho
Cuban link chain on my neck weigh a kilo
**** just violated pissed, dirty to his PO
On the real **** scale, one to ten, you a zero
Damn, ghetto bad bitch, she was Creole
On the West Coast, but she say she from the N-O
Act right, get your life changed
Fuck a purse, you can get the last name
Real **** shit, boy, I hate lames
All my **** sell dope or gang bang
Me and cash get the act right
You ain't in a foreign, you don't look right
[Chorus]
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 bitch some act right
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it act right
Act right, act right
**** playin' games get that act right
[Verse 2]
I'ma tell ya off top motherfucker, free Boosie
Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man uzi
Think it came with a stamp, might be the shit
I got a rooster in my 'Rari, might be your bitch
Said I pull up to this bitch in that Aventador
Make you bitch pass out, straight hit the floor
Said I never seen a car like that before
And what's that thang stickin' up? Said, that's the door
I told YG I'ma go ride the whip
And 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
Now, I'ma tell ya like this, y'all motherfuckers listen
Kilo all day, motherfucker, I'm trippin'
If you run up on me, ****, thinkin' I'm slippin'
Michael Jordan with the chopper, bet I hit you like Pippen, act right
[Chorus]
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 bitch some act right
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it act right
Act right, act right
**** playin' games you can act right
[Verse 3]
Goin', goin' back, back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
I'ma fly ****, ****, 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
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them
Fuck my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
**** start trippin', boom, baow, 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, bitch, you been a rat
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stave with two pistols
[Chorus]
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 bitch some act right
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it act right
Act right, act right
**** playin' games get that act right
[Outro]
Yeah, I had to do it for the street, ho
Do right, getting money, live life, ho
Gotti, Young, YG, yeah, Silk G, yeah
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Jeezy, Keenon Jackson, Mario Mims, Mario Sentell Giden, O. Harvey, Osten Jr. S. Harvey, Paulo Ytienza Rodriguez, R. Troutman