Lola Monroe - Actin Up (Remix) lyrics

[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:]