MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. French Montana – Actin’ Up

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 niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

[Meek Mill:]
These hoes be acting’ up
And these nigggas be lettin’ ‘em
I crushed them hoes,
I never let them rose
And these niggas be sweatin’ ‘em
Cause I run shit, like edgerrin
Or better yet, like rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red man
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no damn meth and them
They Louis Voutton and I super grind
See these stones, they super shine
I pop the perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, root canal
I rock time ford, conchords
And I shine on these dime whores
This bitch bought me a Rolex
And I still ain’t got no time for her

These hoes be acting’ up
These niggas be acting’ tough
I’m in the phantom, I’m backin’ up
And I’m bust down, but I’m strapped as fuck
So hold your horses, polo horses
Aston martin, we roll in Royces
Real niggas 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 niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
Me, I don’t be sweatin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

[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 fuck
Too uptight, they won’t open up
She got her arms folded even on the phone
I’m like, what the fuck is she here fo?
These hoes be acting’ up
These niggas keep wifin’ up
Freeze homie, got me crackin’ up
Never spent no more than a night with her
These hoes be a fuckin’, joe
They’ll never say a nigga didn’t warn you though
Cause you can hit my phone like four in the mornin’
And I be like, hah, told you so

[Hook:]
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
Me, I don’t be sweatin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

These hoes be acting’ up
Big bread we rackin’ up
Straight to the back, see you up
Cancel that bitch 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
Bitch, blow me, like a trumpet
Twenty thousand on it, hundreds
Fuck it, Money, Money, Money
Money, Money, Money, ah!

[Hook:]
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
Me, I don’t be sweatin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em