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Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*****s call me racked up shawty x2

Meek Mill
Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my b***h look at these racks all on my check
N***a I'm racked up and I'm racked out f**k a b***h til she tap out
F**k a b***h then I pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house
Cus I balled hard I'm swag out all black Maybachs out
Ya n****s just spit s**t and I live the s**t that I rap bout
See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy
Hammers n****s aint never 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*****g not answered now why this hoe keep callin
Ya n****s be frauding acting like Yo Gotti
That s**t you call your stash n***a that's racks off in my pocket

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Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*****s call me racked up shawty x2

Fabolous
My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack
My presidential Rolly, I'm callin that Ba-rack
Damn I meant Barack too much Ciroc
Wont catch me in that passenger that's word to Pac
That's word to Big rest in peace to the legends

Kill n****s for acting rest in peace to them legends
Catch me in that Aston I'm what's up f**k askin
They talk behind my b***h back they must have seen her a** then
From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her a** 10
Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down going down, know I brought my ski racks
N****s know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks, I'm

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Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*****s call me racked up shawty x2

French Montana
Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack
B***h I'm hotter than fish grease made 250 this week
Baddest b***h all in her ballin b***h sports center
A** 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 b***h left out with 40
Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill and I aint trying to brag hoe
That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap
That Ghost f**k that Maybach baddest hoes say that's that

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Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*****s call me racked up shawty x2
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