Act a Fool (feat. Fetty Wap) Lyrics

[Chorus 2x]
I act a fool when it come to you, baby
Bring out the tool, Imma let it loose, baby
Try to rob & get smoked.
For the ganja, I choke
It's murder she wrote
Put his name on a shirt[Yung Ralph]
Feelin like money, still lookin like money
They know I stay fresh to death
So many bags when I walk out to the mall
I might just need some help
Staring at your body,
Looking at your body,
Baby you the hottest
Baby girl you got it
(We are the future)
I'm about to be straight up on you baby
These bitches just be hating

But they don't have jewel baby
Keep designer on you
Versace, Jimmy Chu
Christian Lou be the shoe
These bitches can't fuck with you (nope)
Just made a jug with my nigga 4k
Count fifity bands I was barely awake
I called my bitch told her "I'm on the way"
Look up to the top told her "I'm on my way"
We finna fuck up some commas today
We finna fuck up some hummers today (shh)
Listen to what my nigga Fetty Wap got to say[Chorus 2x]
I act a fool when it come to you, baby
Bring out the tool, Imma let it loose, baby
Try to rob & get smoked.
For the ganja, I choke
It's murder she wrote
Put his name on a shirt[Fetty Wap]
I act a fool baby
only for you babe
Chanel bag and shoes baby
Yeah, buy you a coupe baby
Imma keep it true babe
A lot of bitches on me, but they ain't you, baby
Know how I do, baby
Welcome to the zoo, baby
I want you to my self
Know nothing in my crew baby
Don't tell nobody else
You know how we do, baby
You the one that I want
Girl, you're perfect
And every time I come 'round, we be swervin
And if that nigga act up,
He can get it
Tell him "Get his racks up, his pockets skinny"
My money hitting front flips,
I get plenty
If I'm a baby
I'll hit him with the semi[Chorus 2x]
I act a fool when it come to you, baby
Bring out the tool, Imma let it loose, baby
Try to rob & get smoked.
For the ganja, I choke
It's murder she wrote
Put his name on a shirtSubmitted by:Mikell Smith