Meek Mill - Actin' Up lyrics

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Meek Mill - Actin' Up lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, turn the lights on Yeah, turn the lights on Yeah, turn the lights on Turn the lights on [Hook: Rico Love] These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up And these n***as be letting 'em These n***as be letting 'em These n***as be letting 'em These n***as be letting 'em And me, I don't be sweating 'em [Verse 1: Meek Mill] These hoes be acting up And these n***as be letting 'em I crushed them hoes, I never love them hoes And these n***as be sweating 'em Cause I run sh** like Edgerrin Or better yet, like Rev and them And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man And I ain't talking 'bout no damn Meth and them Stay Louboutin and I super grind VS stones, they super shine I pop the Perc, I get super high And I drill your b**h, root can*l I rock Tom Ford, Concords And I shine on these dime who*es This b**h done bought me a Rolex And I still ain't got no time for her These hoes be acting up These n***as be acting tough I'm in the Phantom, I'm backing up And I'm bust down, but I'm strapped as f** So hold your horses, Polo horses Aston Martin, we roll in Royces Real n***as up in the building Them hoes choose us, ain't no more choices [Hook] [Verse 2: Wale] These hoes be acting up See, me, I don't practice much Gold albums from the word of mouth Gold bottles in the back of us These Jones be broke as f** Too uptight, they won't open up She got her arms folded even on the phone I'm like, what the f** is she here fo? These hoes be acting up These n***as keep wifing up Please homie, got me cracking up Never spent one more than a night with her These hoes be a f**ing joke They'll never say a n***a didn't warn you though Cause you can hit my phone like four in the morning And I be like, hah, told you so [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] These hoes be acting up Big bread we racking up Straight to the bank, cee-lo Cancel that b**h like Nino Ratchet a** ho, don't play with me Want to Kobe me, want to Humphrey me Want to Michael me, Russell me Take me to the bank and Tiger me Now these hoes be acting up These clothes ten stacks and up These cars 100 racks and up These drums 100 rounds and up b**h, blow me like a trumpet Twenty thousand, all in hundreds f** it, money, money, money Money, money, money, ah! [Hook]