Wale & Meek Mill Ft. French Montana - Actin Up Lyrics

Actin Up Lyrics by Wale & Meek Mill Ft. French Montana

Here is another new record from MMG’s “Self Made Vol 2″. This one features Wale, Meek Mill and French Montana and is called ‘Actin Up’. The compilation album hits stores June 26th.

[Intro]
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on

[Hook x2]
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em

These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
And me, I don't respect 'em

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
These hoes be actin' 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, Rookinlot
I rock time four, 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 actin' up
These niggas be actin' 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]

[Verse 2: Wale]
These hoes be actin' 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 and her ?
I'm like, what the fuck is she here fo?
These hoes be actin' 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]

[Verse 3]
These hoes be actin' up
Big bread we rackin' up
Straight to the back, see you up
Cancel that bitch like, clean up
Ratchet ass ho, don't play with me
Want to copy me, want to Humphrey me
Want to Michael me, Russel me
Take me to the back and Tiger me
Now these hoes be actin' up
These clothes that stacks enough
These cars have a racks enough
These drums have a rounds enough
Bitch, blow me, like a trumpet
Twenty thousand on it, hundreds
Fuck it, hundred, hundred, hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred, ah!

[Hook]

French Montana Ft. Birdman, Wale, Fabolous & Jadakiss - Everything's A Go (Remix) Lyrics

Everything's A Go (Remix) Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Birdman, Wale, Fabolous & Jadakiss

[Hook]
And everything’s a go go go go go go go go go go
She heard
I know you heard about it
All that money over there, don’t worry about it
A hundred stacks, blow it up for fun
South side, that’s where i’m from
You can call it that, you can call it that
You can call it that, you can call it that
And everything’s a go go go go go go go go go go

[birdman]
Hottest in the gang, wrist watch chain
Getting’ to the bread then i skate like wayne
Oj mayo, grizzly time, big ado
Shouts hit to same hoe
Seven times you aim your brain in the rain
Shawty bring me style cuz she been the back of every plane, called it haaa
I just bought a mansion, two plates on it
Long bread, five star life, babies ball hit
Flashy lifestyle, nigga we the business
Candy paint blood red, six figures
Tommy guns travel with my other bitches
My other bitches takin’ trips, nigga makin’ digits
Hustle for prime nigga for the shine
Big money poppin’ through a deep time
Nigga poppin’ off so this nigga been
Drop a hundred on the set, blowin’ in the wind
Allegatin’ for the paper, territorial mind
Count a hundred stacks full of sunshine
Maybach pay you nigga, drop the top
Chip a color on the blaze, nigga open shop

[hook]
I know you heard about it
All that money over there, don’t worry about it
A hundred stacks, blow it up for fun
South side, that’s where i’m from
You can call it that, you can call it that
You can call it that, you can call it that
And everything’s a go go go go go go go go go go

[wale]
First off, i know you’ve heard about me
So don’t offend me, got more pennies than in front me prolly
What do you know?
I’m the type to make a bro lose his health and his ego
But she with it on tingo
She wanna tickle with a nigga like he ronaldinho
Uptown they all go, they head over to farm though
Can’t forget about moby though, came back through with a black ghost
Everything’s a all go
We don’t like the law though
The one she made is black hoody
Motherfucker raw though

[fabolous]
Money talks, i know you’ve heard about me
And you broke niggas better not say a word about me
They first doubt me, then worry about me
The realest shit you ever wrote would be a verse about me
And on poo that’s where her mouth be
Got that handbag head, suck the purse out me
She ain’t your bitch, you just call ‘er that
If you give her the cheese that’s how you spoil a rat
That shit cray, dick ridin’, that shit gay
Niggas on my ball so hard, they be in my bitch way
Them mexicans just called me
I just got that green light
Everything’s a bet bet
You know what that mean right?

[hook]
I know you heard about it
All that money over there, don’t worry about it
A hundred stacks, blow it up for fun
South side, that’s where i’m from
You can call it that, you can call it that
You can call it that, you can call it that
And everything’s a go go go go go go go go go go

[jadakiss]
Either i’m on the phone or i’m all alone
I knock a hundred off, i top a hundred more
Now it’s addin’ up, we used to have it rough
But when you know how much you got you ain’t got enough
One foot in the trap, other foot in the booth
I could look in your eyes cuz i’m spittin’ the truth
Hand to hand, turnin’ to the home strip
Everything is a go, let ‘em have the whole clip
Yea, do it without even blinkin’
Spend a quarter million without even thinkin’
We got it for cheap, get your things for the loaf
It’s a green light, everything is a go

Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea

Wale Ft. French Montana, Meek Mill, Diddy & Mase - Slight Work (Remix) Lyrics

Slight Work (Remix) Lyrics by Wale Ft. French Montana, Meek Mill, Diddy & Mase

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Brand new drop, I'm riding through Harlem
500 at the villa ain't no problem
Plumber in the back seat, pipe work
Chasing them checks, Nike work
Red bottoms with the spike work
Making a movie, Spike work
Pink drank on, Sprite work
30 chains on, bet the light work
Get it, I spend it, cop white Ghost tinted
Smoke a whole pound in it so you know it ain't rented
25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell PETA
10 million off of mixtapes before I drop a single
Slight work

[Verse 2: Wale]
Young Folarin, gold bottles, we so thorough
My new flow bought Hublots below zero
Old sneakers that's worth more than your new apparel
I'm on one, no two-steppin' in Margiela
If you got a blunt, then we got 2
If I got a blunt, you might gotta move
I don't like to stunt, but now I got to
To celebrating the fact that I'm not you!

Remix indeed

Okay, shake it, shake it, shake it
Can't wait to see you naked
They cannot see me cause when they see me I'm getting faded
Double M we the greatest, women is on the couch
They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out
And then I dance on 'em
I bet your __ would too with this cash on ya
Okay hold up, just might dance on 'em
Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning
Work!

[Hook: Wale]
Slight work, slight work
The wrong drink, the right work
Slight work, light work
The wrong drink, the right work

[Bridge: French Montana]
(Work, work) Talking 'bout a slight work
(Work, work) Talking 'bout a slight work
(Work, work) Talking 'bout a slight work
(Work, work) Talking 'bout a slight work

[Verse 3: Diddy]
Get a bottle of Ciroc and take a chopper to the party
Then cop a Bugatti just to let the Oscar ride shotty
How could not admire me? Jocking my men entirely
Chop the top off the drop and tell 'em Basquiat inspired me
I step up in the spot, they get to working hard
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
I'm the one all the bosses call the boss
I fathered the game, feel like I'm watching my sons floss

[Verse 4: Ma$e]
What you want me say? What you want me do?
Different kind of money make different kind of moves
Different kind of dudes wear different kind of jewels
Different kind of drop on, different kind of shoes
Wear my hat to the back, I'm in a different kind of mood
You get a different kind of chill from a different kind of cool
Think they mad with my past, wait 'til they see my future
Only dude from the unit, MMG recruited
Getting money like I'm Jewish, get attention like a nudist
Got a cult following of bad broads like I'm Buddhist
As a student, I'm a truant, and you know my mind affluent
Think you clueless then you foolish if your crew don't have a Judas
Wanna know what I been through, what you into
Put it all on the table, do it like a menu
Get you wider than a venue, humming like Hindu
Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you
Slight work...

[Hook] + [Bridge x2]

Jadakiss Ft. Wale & French Montana - Paper Tags Lyrics

Paper Tags Lyrics by Jadakiss Ft. Wale & French Montana

[Hook: French Montana]
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a Bentley
Showin you her back
I’m tryna get it in

[Verse 1: Wale & Jadakiss]
New whip, paper tags, same checks, spend the cash
A young black nigga on a fucking rap
But that’s some bad luck years if you in the path of a jag
Got much to say, hallelujah I do it
If pussy was music, I would have…rubies
Montana, nigga stay schemin
8G’s in the peas, killing …
V12, paper tags, you know I like mine in the paper bags
Hop and go, make it fast
Cut it with the rock scizz, make it last
Tread mill and I’m in the sonar
When you getting money you get caught up in the moment
While that sucker shit, real niggas…
You can get it, depending on how bad you want it

[Hook: French Montana]
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a Bentley
Showin you her back
I’m tryna get it in

[Verse 2: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Cocaine, D block, double MG, we got the streets locked
We be high like a motherfucker
On some niggas that we ride like a motherfucker
Sipping on that yap, rolling of a beat
Shawty on her back, I’m trying to get it in
New 9, paper tags, stay … but you ain’t where the lakers at
Waterproof Uzzi when I take a bath
Mind goose nigga cut a motherfucking snake in half
Mind taken, … big ass guns stand in front of it
It’s only real niggas I get blunted with
I only give a fuck about niggas I get hunneds with
Triple bean, paper tags, give you the whole thing
Just pay for half
Think about it, do the math
Wired it to my account, screw the cash
Kobe’s corporate, give them a good batch and they won’t get off it
Sharp claws but they still open of it
I ain’t satisfied till they close the coffin

[Hook:French Montana]
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a Bentley
Showin you her back
I’m tryna get it in

[Outro: French Montana]
Cocaine, D block, double MG, we got the streets locked
We be high like a motherfucker
On some niggas that we ride like a motherfucker
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a Bentley
Showin you her back
I’m tryna get it in