Actin' Up

[Intro]

Yeah, turn the lights on

Yeah, turn the lights on

Yeah, turn the lights on

Turn the lights on



[Hook]

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these n*ggas be letting 'em



These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these n*ggas be letting 'em



[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

These hoes be acting up

And these n*ggas be letting 'em

I crushed them hoes, I never love them hoes

And these n*ggas be sweating 'em

Cause I run sh*t 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*tch, root canal

I rock Tom Ford, Concords

And I shine on these dime whores

This b*tch done bought me a Rolex

And I still ain't got no time for her

These hoes be acting up

These n*ggas be acting tough

I'm in the Phantom, I'm backing up

And I'm bust down, but I'm strapped as f*ck

So hold your horses, Polo horses

Aston Martin, we roll in Royces

Real n*ggas up in the building

Them hoes choose us, ain't no more choices



[Hook]

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these n*ggas be letting 'em



These n*ggas be letting 'em

These n*ggas be letting 'em

These n*ggas be letting 'em

And me, I don't be sweating 'em



These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

These hoes be acting up

And these n*ggas be letting 'em



[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*ck

Too uptight, they won't open up

She got her arms folded even on the phone

I'm like, what the f*ck is she here fo'?

These hoes be acting up

These n*ggas keep wifing up

Please homie, got me cracking up

Never spent one more than a night with her

These hoes be a f*cking joke

They'll never say a n*gga 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*tch like Nino

Ratchet ass 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*tch, blow me like a trumpet

Twenty thousand on it, hundreds

F*ck it, money, money, money

Money, money, money, ah!



[Hook]