Meek Mill, French Montana, Fabolous - Racked Up Shawty lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
Fabolous [John David Jackson]
[Meek Mill, French Montana, Fabolous - Racked Up Shawty lyrics]
It's MMG
All my niggas strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle nigga
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"
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
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"
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 BIG
(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
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"
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
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"
All my niggas strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle nigga
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"
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
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"
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 BIG
(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
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"
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
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"