Racked Up Shawty

[Intro: Meek Mill] It's MMG All my niggas strapped up and racked out It's a lifestyle nigga [Hook: 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, Maybach south Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout 'Coz 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 [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 (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 [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out Black Friday black mac, popping spades black jack 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 [Hook]