Meek Mill ft. Fabolous, French Montana - Racked Up Shawty Lyrics

It's MMG
All my niggas strapped up and racked out (and racked out)
It's a lifestyle, nigga (lifestyle, nigga)

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty (racks), racked up shawty (racks)
And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (Gangsta Grillz)

Ugh, racks all on my wrist (what you got?), racks all on my neck (what else?)
I spend racks all on my bitch (racks), look at these racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out (yeah), fuck a bitch 'til she tap out (yeah)
Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)
Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)
Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)
Tell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')
I done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)
Y'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)
That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh

Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty
And all these bitches call me racked up shawty

My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)
Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)
Won't catch me in that passenger (nah), 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 actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" fuck askin'
They talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then
From H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen
It's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)
Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm

Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)
And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)

Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)
Black Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)
Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)
Ass fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake
Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)
Racked up shawty, chain 'bout forty
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
But that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)
That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

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