[Intro: Trina]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the lights on
b*tch!
Matter of fact turn the lights off
sh** might blind you
Trina! Baddest b**h, yeah
[Hook:]
These n***as be actin' up
These n***as be actin' up
These n***as be actin' up
And these hoes be lettin' em
These n***as be actin' up
These n***as be actin' up
These n***as be actin' up
And these hoes be lettin' em
[Trina:]
Yeah, these n***as be actin' up
And y'all hoes been lettin' em
I break your favorite rapper, then replace his a**
Why y'all groupies be sweating him
I'll suppress his face til' he asphyxiate
I'll detonate and I'm taxing them
It's money over everything, f** these n***as
Imma make 'em spend it all til' the mall close
Supreme b**h
And y'all bum hoes
My mortgage paid
And y'all foreclosed
That n***a in the strip club and he f**ing your friends
You in denial, like
What he gotta lie for?
I'm a bad b**h
And my bag sick
And I ain't never, ever f** a n***a basic
I make him take me to the bank
Pull up in a Bentley
And he never, ever gonna stick
A dick up in me
These n***as be acting up
And y'all hoes need to get tough
See I'm in the ghost
And I'm backin' up
You hoes lame
And I'm smart as f**
I'm swerving porsches
And giving courses
How to lock that n***a
Know half his corpus
MGC we up in the building
And we leavin' ya'll n***as with no more choices
[Hook:]
(3D Na'Tee: Yo Trina what it is?
They already know what is when i'm in this b**h
The queen Bee, Na'Tee!)
[Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee:]
Boy you f**ing with a diva
I don't save these dog a** n***as
Who I look like, PETA?
Get to ya knees like when you're talking to Jesus
Gimme head, when you finish you can get your sneakers
Bye!
My heart Coal like Keyshia
I wouldn't give you a spoon
If you was having a seizure
Only f** with you on my leisure
Open my legs and get my eggs?
b**h, this ain't Easter!
I could take a ho man, trust me!
While you chasin' little boys like Sandusky
He trickin' dough, try to knock me off
He got a better chance trying to hit the powerball
Sweepstakes, for Pete sake
Like Diddy b**h, I just want cheesecake
Why you treat f** n***as like a keepsake
When he call my phone, all he hear is
Please Wait..
[Hook:]
[Lola Monroe:]
How you acting up in the Acura?
My vernaculars speak in stamps only
I pa** ports (pa**ports) with them lands on me
This a** gotten (ascot) in France homie
f** boy, I mean f** boys!
I got a boy best friend that f** boys
And he told me bout the sneaky ones
That like it in the booty
So they turn and do the kiki
Doing anything for Loubies
See, these n***as, be acting up
And ya weak b**hes still shacking up
I got deep dishes on that platinum
Land o' lay screaming, begging them
Dick ridin', this wrist brightin' this b**h bitin' and still hypin'
I spit lightnin', they despisin' but despitin' it's inticin'
I'm coming!
If the money was Atheist
I'd still get across (a cross)
Employ these b**hes
I still been a boss
Pro!
My league never had a play for a late b**h rookie
And these n***as drier than a fake b**h p**y
A Cup of Rose Maybach chauffeured
I ain't hanging up sh**
Unless the rack sold furs
And the black sewed hurr (hair)
I'm a black Nola
[Hook:]