(Ft. French Montana)
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[Intro]
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Yeah, turn the lights on
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Yeah, turn the lights on
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Yeah, turn the lights on
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Turn the lights on
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[Hook x2]
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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And these niggas be lettin¡¯ ¡®em
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These niggas be lettin¡¯ ¡®em
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These niggas be lettin¡¯ ¡®em
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These niggas be lettin¡¯ ¡®em
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And me, I don¡¯t respect ¡®em
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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And these nigggas be lettin¡¯ ¡®em
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I crushed them hoes, I never let them rose
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And these niggas be sweatin¡¯ ¡®em
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Cause I run shit, like Edgerrin
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Or better yet, like Rev and them
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And on the bottom of my sneaks they red man
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And I ain¡¯t talkin¡¯ ¡¯bout no damn Meth and them
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They Louis Voutton and I super grind
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See these stones, they super shine
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I pop the perc, I get super high
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And I drill your bitch, Root Canal
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I rock Tom Ford, conchords
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And I shine on these dime whores
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This bitch bought me a rolex
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And I still ain¡¯t got no time for her
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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These niggas be actin¡¯ tough
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I¡¯m in the phantom, I¡¯m backin¡¯ up
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And I¡¯m bust down, but I¡¯m strapped as fuck
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So hold your horses, Polo horses
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Aston Martin, we roll in Royces
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Real niggas up in the building
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Them hoes choose us, ain¡¯t no more choices
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Wale]
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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See, me, I don¡¯t practice much
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Gold albums from the word of mouth
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Gold bottles in the back of us
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These Jones be broke as fuck
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Too uptight, they won¡¯t open up
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She got her arms folded and her ?
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I¡¯m like, what the fuck is she here fo?
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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These niggas keep wifin¡¯ up
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Freeze homie, got me crackin¡¯ up
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Never spent no more than a night with her
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These hoes be a fuckin¡¯, Joe
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They¡¯ll never say a nigga didn¡¯t warn you though
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Cause you can hit my phone like four in the mornin¡¯
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And I be like, hah, told you so
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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These hoes be actin¡¯ up
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Big bread we rackin¡¯ up
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Straight to the back, see you up
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Cancel that bitch like, Nino
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Ratchet ass ho, don¡¯t play with me
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Want to Kobe me, want to Humphrey me
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Want to Michael me, Russell me
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Take me to the bank and Tiger me
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Now these hoes be actin¡¯ up
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These clothes ten stacks and up
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These cars 100 racks and up
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These drums 100 rounds and up
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Bitch, blow me, like a trumpet
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Twenty thousand on it, hundreds
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Fuck it, hundred, hundred, hundred
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Hundred, hundred, hundred, ah!
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[Hook]
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Actin Up (With MeekMill)
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