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[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] |