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Actin up¡ (feat. li doe) Video (MV)




Performed By: MELO
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Maximus Munoz
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MELO - Actin up¡ (feat. li doe) Lyrics
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Treat the crib like Macaulay Culkin, shit, yeah, we gon' trap it up
Got my first check, seen the number, got excited, ran it up
Why she want like every penny, told her that's a bag enough
He tried join SB, but yeah, he couldn't, he ain't sag enough
All that money on IG, in real life, ain't had enough
G-Man pushed the V, but got them hands, cause bro was actin' up
Caught him at the store, I'm Moolo, Dolo, no one backs him up
Niggas steady talkin' all that shit, but I don't give a f*ck
If my money drop down to the floor, watch how I pick it up
Bet I'm takin' more than just that 50 bucks
Holla, buddy, like him at that store, we took his pickup truck
Hop out with that gat and run him down, he know we super fast
Niggas said he better hurt his shit, his shit was super trash
All they angled dummies, my Lebro suit up to go and crash
Tried to play my daughter, take it off and put belt to that ass
Lil' bro, what the f*ck, ain't smokin' gas
Chill out with that penny, shit, yeah, Melo gettin' mini bags
Asked her body, think you better than us, must be smokin' crack
Trap house look like Pablo, shit, yeah, we must need a trap spot
He ain't see my face, yeah, he looked up and seen a red dot
Said, why they just like Law and Order? I get them drops, just name a price
Said, I got a fire on me, you try to find me, you gon' lose your life
No, don't get too high on me, you gon' be out soon while twinning die
Yeah, I get high just like a Cayenne, by tonight, I'm tryin' to ride
No, he ain't catch that bitch, he get packed out just like number nine
No, he can't catch a bullet, and he ain't see my face, it's hard to fly
I cashed them money in the bank
Yeah, what the f*ck, dang, we the bitch that don't dang
That bitch don't smell good, why the f*ck that lil' bitch stank
She don't smell good, why the f*ck that lil' bitch stank
F*ck the green, I want my money, blue and pink
Put my brother trippin, he's done purpin' every drink
Switchin' shoes so fast, it's shootin' lead, but that shit look like ink
Brodie poppin' pills, he stay up all night, he don't get no sleep
Ask that nigga what's his name, he trippin, he can't even think
I don't even come around, I'm a bitch, I be by myself
Tried to get a blue with this lil' nigga, he tried to call for help
Buddy ass was talkin' crazy, I had to go home and grab my belt
That nigga better not ever play with my daughter, I'm goin' straight to jail
Melo robbed a white nigga, got the white nigga sayin' one thing
Damn, oh my god, damn
She the crib, I'ma call Macaulay Culkin shit, yo, we gon' trap it up
Got my first check, seen the number, got excited, ran it up
Why she want like every penny, told her that's a baggin' up
He tried to join SB, but yeah, he couldn't, he ain't saggin' up
All that money on IG, in real life, ain't had enough
G-man pushed the V, but got them hands, cause bro was actin' up
Caught him at the store, I'm real low dollar, no one backs him up
Niggas steady talkin' all that shit, but I don't give a f*ck
But I don't give a f*ck, uh
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English

Treat the crib like Macaulay Culkin, shit, yeah, we gon' trap it up
Got my first check, seen the number, got excited, ran it up
Why she want like every penny, told her that's a bag enough
He tried join SB, but yeah, he couldn't, he ain't sag enough
All that money on IG, in real life, ain't had enough
G-Man pushed the V, but got them hands, cause bro was actin' up
Caught him at the store, I'm Moolo, Dolo, no one backs him up
Niggas steady talkin' all that shit, but I don't give a f*ck
If my money drop down to the floor, watch how I pick it up
Bet I'm takin' more than just that 50 bucks
Holla, buddy, like him at that store, we took his pickup truck
Hop out with that gat and run him down, he know we super fast
Niggas said he better hurt his shit, his shit was super trash
All they angled dummies, my Lebro suit up to go and crash
Tried to play my daughter, take it off and put belt to that ass
Lil' bro, what the f*ck, ain't smokin' gas
Chill out with that penny, shit, yeah, Melo gettin' mini bags
Asked her body, think you better than us, must be smokin' crack
Trap house look like Pablo, shit, yeah, we must need a trap spot
He ain't see my face, yeah, he looked up and seen a red dot
Said, why they just like Law and Order? I get them drops, just name a price
Said, I got a fire on me, you try to find me, you gon' lose your life
No, don't get too high on me, you gon' be out soon while twinning die
Yeah, I get high just like a Cayenne, by tonight, I'm tryin' to ride
No, he ain't catch that bitch, he get packed out just like number nine
No, he can't catch a bullet, and he ain't see my face, it's hard to fly
I cashed them money in the bank
Yeah, what the f*ck, dang, we the bitch that don't dang
That bitch don't smell good, why the f*ck that lil' bitch stank
She don't smell good, why the f*ck that lil' bitch stank
F*ck the green, I want my money, blue and pink
Put my brother trippin, he's done purpin' every drink
Switchin' shoes so fast, it's shootin' lead, but that shit look like ink
Brodie poppin' pills, he stay up all night, he don't get no sleep
Ask that nigga what's his name, he trippin, he can't even think
I don't even come around, I'm a bitch, I be by myself
Tried to get a blue with this lil' nigga, he tried to call for help
Buddy ass was talkin' crazy, I had to go home and grab my belt
That nigga better not ever play with my daughter, I'm goin' straight to jail
Melo robbed a white nigga, got the white nigga sayin' one thing
Damn, oh my god, damn
She the crib, I'ma call Macaulay Culkin shit, yo, we gon' trap it up
Got my first check, seen the number, got excited, ran it up
Why she want like every penny, told her that's a baggin' up
He tried to join SB, but yeah, he couldn't, he ain't saggin' up
All that money on IG, in real life, ain't had enough
G-man pushed the V, but got them hands, cause bro was actin' up
Caught him at the store, I'm real low dollar, no one backs him up
Niggas steady talkin' all that shit, but I don't give a f*ck
But I don't give a f*ck, uh
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Writer: Maximus Munoz
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