Trina — Actin Up Remix

[Intro: Trina] Yeah, yeah, yeah Turn the lights on BITCH! Matter of fact turn the lights off Shit might blind you Trina! Baddest bitch, yeah [Hook:] These niggas be actin' up These niggas be actin' up These niggas be actin' up And these hoes be lettin' em These niggas be actin' up These niggas be actin' up These niggas be actin' up And these hoes be lettin' em [Trina:] Yeah, these niggas 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, fuck these niggas Imma make 'em spend it all til' the mall close Supreme bitch And y'all bum hoes My mortgage paid And y'all foreclosed That nigga in the strip club and he fucking your friends You in denial, like What he gotta lie for? I'm a bad bitch And my bag sick And I ain't never, ever fuck a nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck I'm swerving porsches And giving courses How to lock that nigga Know half his corpus MGC we up in the building And we leavin' ya'll niggas with no more choices [Hook:] (3D Na'Tee: Yo Trina what it is? They already know what is when i'm in this bitch The queen Bee, Na'Tee!) [Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee:] Boy you fucking with a diva I don't save these dog ass niggas 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 fuck with you on my leisure Open my legs and get my eggs? Bitch, 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 bitch, I just want cheesecake Why you treat fuck niggas 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 Fuck boy, I mean fuck boys! I got a boy best friend that fuck 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 niggas, be acting up And ya weak bitches still shacking up I got deep dishes on that platinum Land o' lay screaming, begging them Dick ridin', this wrist brightin' this bitch 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 bitches I still been a boss Pro! My league never had a play for a late bitch rookie And these niggas drier than a fake bitch pussy A Cup of Rose Maybach chauffeured I ain't hanging up shit Unless the rack sold furs And the black sewed hurr (hair) I'm a black Nola [Hook:]