Meek Mill – Racked up shawty (feat. fabolous & french montana) lyrics

It’s MMG
All my n***as strapped up and racked out
It’s a lifestyle n***a
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b**hes call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b**hes call me racked up shawty
Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my b**h, look at these racks all on my check
n***a I’m racked up and I’m racked out, f** a b**h ’til she tap out
f** a b**h then I pa** out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
‘Cause I ball hard, I’m swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y’all n***as just speak sh** and I live sh** that I rap ’bout
‘Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers n***as ain’t ever seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes that I’m busy, tell them hoes that I’m ballin’
I done f**ing ain’t answered once now why does ho keep callin’?
Y’all n***as be fraudin’, acting like y’all got it
That sh** you call your stash n***a that’s racks off of my pocket
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b**hes call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b**hes call me racked up shawty
My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I’m calling that Barack (sh**)
Damn I meant Barrack (sh**), too much Ciroc (sh**)
Won’t catch me in that pa**enger, and that’s word to Pac (damn)
That’s word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)
We k** n***as for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I’m “wa**up?” f** asking
They talk behind my b**h’s back, they must’ve seen her a** then
From H town like the Astros, scorecard her a** 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen
It’s going down, going down, no I brought my ski racks
n***as know my flow cold so I don’t ride I ski tracks
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b**hes call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b**hes call me racked up shawty
Racked up I’m racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades black jack
b**h I’m hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week
Baddest b**h, all in her, balling b**h sportscenter
Ass fat can’t sit straight, ballin like griff blake
Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain ’bout 40
Came in with one b**h, left out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill’, and I ain’t trynna brag ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta stay strapped
That Ghost, f** that Maybach, baddest hoes say that’s that
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b**hes call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b**hes call me racked up shawty

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