Racked Up Shawty

[Intro: Meek Mill]

It's MMG

All my niggas strapped up and racked out

It's a lifestyle nigga

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

All these bitches call me "racked up shawty"

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

And all these bitches call me "racked up shawty"

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck

I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check

Nigga, I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out

Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse

'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black Maybachs out

Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout

'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy

Hammers niggas 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 fucking ain't answered once now why does ho keep callin'?

Y'all niggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it

That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

All these bitches call me "racked up shawty"

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

And all these bitches call me "racked up shawty"

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)

My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (shit)

Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Ciroc (shit)

Won't catch me in that passenger, and that's word to Pac (damn)

That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)

We kill niggas for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)

Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" Fuck asking

They talk behind my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then

From H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10

Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen

It's going down, going down, no I brought my ski racks

Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

All these bitches call me "racked up shawty"

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

And all these bitches call me "racked up shawty"

[Verse 3: French Montana]

Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out

Black Friday black mac, popping spades blackjack

Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week

Baddest bitch, all in her, balling bitch 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 bitch, 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, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

All these bitches call me "racked up shawty"

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty

And all these bitches call me "racked up shawty"