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Meek Mill - The Making Of "Dreams & Nightmares" Part 2
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Vocals
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John David Jackson
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer

Lyrics

It's MMG
All my **** strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle, ****
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
(Racked, racked)
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
****, 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 Maybachs out (Woo)
Y'all **** just speak shit
And I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse (Yeah)
Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)
Hammers **** ain't ever seen
Got thirty off in that fifty (Fuck)
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 calling? (Why)
Y'all **** be fraudin' (Fraudin')
Acting like y'all got it (Got it)
That shit you call your stash
**** that's racks off of my pocket, ah
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
(Yeah)
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
My shoes cost me a rack (Nice)
My outfit off the rack (Nice)
My presidential Roley
I'm calling that Barack, shit
Damn, I meant Barack, shit
Too much Ciroc (Shit)
Won't catch me in that passenger (No)
And that's word to Pac (Damn)
That's word to B.I.G.
Rest in peace to the legends
We kill **** for acting (What?)
Rest in peace to them legends (Yeah)
Catch me in that Aston
I'm what's up, 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
Know I brought my ski racks
**** know my flow cold
So I don't ride, I ski tracks
I'm racked up shawty, racked up shawty
(Yeah, yeah)
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
(Montana! Meek Milly, what up? Haan)
And all these bitches call me racked up shawty
(Woo, Cokeboy baby)
Racked up, I'm racked out
Black Ferrari blacked out (Huh?)
Black Friday black Mac (Huh?)
Popping spades blackjack
Bitch, I'm hotter than fish grease
Made 250 this week
Baddest bitchk all in her
Balling bitch, SportsCenter
Ass fatk 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 mil'
And I ain't tryna 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
Written by: Meek Mill

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