Actin Up (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Trina]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the lights on
b*tch!
Matter of fact turn the lights off
sh*t might blind you
Trina! Baddest b*tch, yeah

[Hook:]
These n*ggas be actin' up
These n*ggas be actin' up
These n*ggas be actin' up
And these hoes be lettin' em
These n*ggas be actin' up
These n*ggas be actin' up
These n*ggas be actin' up
And these hoes be lettin' em

[Trina:]
Yeah, these n*ggas be actin' up
And y'all hoes been lettin' em
I break your favorite rapper, then replace his ass
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*ck these n*ggas
Imma make 'em spend it all til' the mall close
Supreme b*tch
And y'all bum hoes
My mortgage paid
And y'all foreclosed
That n*gga in the strip club and he f*cking your friends
You in denial, like
What he gotta lie for?
I'm a bad b*tch
And my bag sick
And I ain't never, ever f*ck a n*gga basic
I make him take me to the bank
Pull up in a Bentley
And he never, ever gonna stick
A di*k up in me
These n*ggas 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*ck
I'm swerving porsches
And giving courses
How to lock that n*gga
Know half his corpus
MGC we up in the building
And we leavin' ya'll n*ggas with no more choices
[Hook:]
(3D Na'Tee: Yo Trina what it is?
They already know what is when i'm in this b*tch
The queen Bee, Na'Tee!)

[Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee:]
Boy you f*cking with a diva
I don't save these dog ass n*ggas
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*ck with you on my leisure
Open my legs and get my eggs?
b*tch, 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*tch, I just want cheesecake
Why you treat f*ck n*ggas 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 pass ports (passports) with them lands on me
This ass gotten (ascot) in France homie
f*ck boy, I mean f*ck boys!
I got a boy best friend that f*ck 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*ggas, be acting up
And ya weak b*tches still shacking up
I got deep dishes on that platinum
Land o' lay screaming, begging them
di*k ridin', this wrist brightin' this b*tch 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*tches
I still been a boss
Pro!
My league never had a play for a late b*tch rookie
And these n*ggas drier than a fake b*tch pus*y
A Cup of Rose Maybach chauffeured
I ain't hanging up sh*t
Unless the rack sold furs
And the black sewed hurr (hair)
I'm a black Nola
[Hook:]