Sack Right Lyrics - Rod Wave | Yo Gotti

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Uh, okay, last night, I’m still recovering up from last night
Last night I was fighting demons with my past life
That’s right, I was pouring drank, was sippin’ Act’, right
Addicted to the fast life
Okay, yesterday, really can’t remember much from yesterday
But every day I wake up I turn into a cheddar chase
A heavyweight, I’m a heavyweight, you’s a featherweight
Need to get your cheddar straight, yeah
What the fuck?
This bitch old as hell and I’m young as fuck
She drunk as fuck
In my face talking about her tummy tuck
She such a slut
Down to suck and fuck ’cause my money up
Know I got my money up

Do my own thing in my own lane, okay, let’s go
Gang gang on the same thing, yeah
It don’t make no sense if it don’t make no paper this year
And all I got to say to a hater this year
Okay, go get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah (Yeah, Gotti)

Either we talking thugging or we talking money (Fft)
New mansion marble floor cost me a couple hundred (Cash, nigga)
My watch like four hundred with no stones in it
Partner in the fed, in his cell, he got a phone in it (Skrrt)
Lil’ bro just crashed the ‘Vette, but fuck it, he still living
Another day to wake up, get another million
I came to ball, this not a scrimmage, shoot the clip until it’s empty
Rolls truck matchin’ Urus, six-point-five in this jewelry
And if it’s war, you know we spinning
Do your sentence, not no snitching
Hope that Drac’ don’t start glitching
Seven figures out that kitchen
Chanel bags for my bitches
That ‘Rari 2020, I’m just riding with my glizzy

Do my own thing in my own lane (Yeah, I’m doin’ my own thing), okay, let’s go
Gang gang on the same thing (You know I’m big gang), yeah
It don’t make no sense if it don’t make no paper this year
And all I got to say to a hater this year
Okay, go get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah

Uh, okay, last night, I’m still recovering up from last night
Last night I was fighting demons with my past life
That’s right, I was pouring drank, was sippin’ Act’, right
Addicted to the fast life