Racked Up Shawty
Meek Mill · Other Songs - Meek Mill
[Intro: Meek Mill]
It's MMG
All my n*ggas strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle n*gga
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*tches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b*tches 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 b*tch, look at these racks all on my check
N*gga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, f*ck a b*tch 'til she tap out
F*ck a b*tch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all n*ggas just speak sh*t and I live sh*t that I rap 'bout
Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers n*ggas 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*cked and answer once now why this hoe keep callin'?
Y'all n*ggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That sh*t you call your stash n*gga that's racks off of my pocket
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (sh*t)
Damn I meant Barrack (sh*t), too much Ciroc (sh*t)
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 n*ggas for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" f*ck asking
They talk behind my b*tch'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
N*ggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks
[Hook]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades black jack
B*tch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week
Baddest b*tch, all in her, balling b*tch sports-center
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin' like Griff Blake
Chain blue or white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40
Came in with one b*tch, 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*ck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that
[Hook]
It's MMG
All my n*ggas strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle n*gga
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*tches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b*tches 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 b*tch, look at these racks all on my check
N*gga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, f*ck a b*tch 'til she tap out
F*ck a b*tch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all n*ggas just speak sh*t and I live sh*t that I rap 'bout
Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers n*ggas 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*cked and answer once now why this hoe keep callin'?
Y'all n*ggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That sh*t you call your stash n*gga that's racks off of my pocket
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (sh*t)
Damn I meant Barrack (sh*t), too much Ciroc (sh*t)
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 n*ggas for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" f*ck asking
They talk behind my b*tch'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
N*ggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks
[Hook]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades black jack
B*tch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week
Baddest b*tch, all in her, balling b*tch sports-center
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin' like Griff Blake
Chain blue or white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40
Came in with one b*tch, 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*ck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that
[Hook]