[{"id":3607392,"name":"Racked Up Shawty","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nMeek Mill\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Meek Mill\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\n  Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\n  Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\n  See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\n  Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\n  I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\n  Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\n  That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\n  Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\n  Racked up shawty chain bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch left out with 40\n  Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\n  That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\n  That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n"},{"id":31688043,"name":"Racked up shawty","trackName":"Racked up shawty","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dream Chaser 4","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nMeek Mill\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked up shawty\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dream Chaser 4\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Meek Mill\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\n  Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\n  Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\n  See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\n  Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\n  I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\n  Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\n  That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\n  Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\n  Racked up shawty chain bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch left out with 40\n  Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\n  That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\n  That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n"},{"id":28938999,"name":"Racked Up Shawty","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2 Instrumental","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nMeek Mill\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers 2 Instrumental\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Meek Mill\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\n  Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\n  Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\n  See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\n  Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\n  I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\n  Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\n  That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\n  Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\n  Racked up shawty chain bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch left out with 40\n  Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\n  That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\n  That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n"},{"id":38045250,"name":"Racked Up Shawty","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty","artistName":"Meek Mill, Fabolous, French Montana","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's MMG\nAll my niggas strapped up and racked out\nIt's a lifestyle, nigga\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check\nNigga, I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\nCause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black Maybachs out\nY'all niggas just spit shit, and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\nCause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy\nHammers niggas ain't never seen, got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'\nI done fuckin' ain't answered once, now why this ho keep callin'?\nY'all niggas be fraudin', actin' like y'all got it\nThat shit you call your stash, nigga, that's racks off of my pocket\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rollie, I'm callin' that Barack, shit\nDamn, I meant Barack, too much Ciroc\nWon't catch me in that passenger, that's word to Pac\nThat's word to B.I.G., rest in peace to the legends\nWe kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston, I'm what's up, fuck askin'\nThey talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros, scorecard, her ass ten\nPop pills, no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\nIt's goin' down, goin' down, know I brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold, so I don't ride, I ski tracks, I'm\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nRacked up, I'm racked out, black Ferrari, blacked out\nBlack Friday, black MAC, poppin' spades, blackjack\nBitch, I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch, sportscenter\nAss fat, can't sit straight, ballin' like Greg Blake\nChain blue and white, Penn State, tourin' off a mixtape\nRacked up shawty, chain 'bout 40\nCame in with one bitch, left out with 40\nShout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mil', and I ain't tryna brag, ho\nThat Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped\nThat Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty\n  artist: Meek Mill, Fabolous, French Montana\n  album: Dreamchasers 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's MMG\n  All my niggas strapped up and racked out\n  It's a lifestyle, nigga\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga, I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n  Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black Maybachs out\n  Y'all niggas just spit shit, and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n  Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy\n  Hammers niggas ain't never seen, got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'\n  I done fuckin' ain't answered once, now why this ho keep callin'?\n  Y'all niggas be fraudin', actin' like y'all got it\n  That shit you call your stash, nigga, that's racks off of my pocket\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rollie, I'm callin' that Barack, shit\n  Damn, I meant Barack, too much Ciroc\n  Won't catch me in that passenger, that's word to Pac\n  That's word to B.I.G., rest in peace to the legends\n  We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston, I'm what's up, fuck askin'\n  They talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros, scorecard, her ass ten\n  Pop pills, no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n  It's goin' down, goin' down, know I brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold, so I don't ride, I ski tracks, I'm\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  Racked up, I'm racked out, black Ferrari, blacked out\n  Black Friday, black MAC, poppin' spades, blackjack\n  Bitch, I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch, sportscenter\n  Ass fat, can't sit straight, ballin' like Greg Blake\n  Chain blue and white, Penn State, tourin' off a mixtape\n  Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch, left out with 40\n  Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mil', and I ain't tryna brag, ho\n  That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped\n  That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n"},{"id":3607391,"name":"Racked Up Shawty","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty","artistName":"Meek Mill feat. Fabolous & French Montana","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nMeek Mill\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty\n  artist: Meek Mill feat. Fabolous & French Montana\n  album: Dreamchasers 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Meek Mill\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\n  Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\n  Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\n  See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\n  Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\n  I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\n  Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\n  That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\n  Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\n  Racked up shawty chain bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch left out with 40\n  Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\n  That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\n  That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n"},{"id":33922955,"name":"Racked Up Shawty (feat. Fabolous & Fren)","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty (feat. Fabolous & Fren)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's MMG\nAll my niggas strapped up and racked out\nIt's a lifestyle, nigga\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check\nNigga, I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\nCause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black Maybachs out\nY'all niggas just spit shit, and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\nCause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy\nHammers niggas ain't never seen, got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'\nI done fuckin' ain't answered once, now why this ho keep callin'?\nY'all niggas be fraudin', actin' like y'all got it\nThat shit you call your stash, nigga, that's racks off of my pocket\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rollie, I'm callin' that Barack, shit\nDamn, I meant Barack, too much Ciroc\nWon't catch me in that passenger, that's word to Pac\nThat's word to B.I.G., rest in peace to the legends\nWe kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston, I'm what's up, fuck askin'\nThey talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros, scorecard, her ass ten\nPop pills, no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\nIt's goin' down, goin' down, know I brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold, so I don't ride, I ski tracks, I'm\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nRacked up, I'm racked out, black Ferrari, blacked out\nBlack Friday, black MAC, poppin' spades, blackjack\nBitch, I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch, sportscenter\nAss fat, can't sit straight, ballin' like Greg Blake\nChain blue and white, Penn State, tourin' off a mixtape\nRacked up shawty, chain 'bout 40\nCame in with one bitch, left out with 40\nShout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mil', and I ain't tryna brag, ho\nThat Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped\nThat Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty (feat. Fabolous & Fren)\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's MMG\n  All my niggas strapped up and racked out\n  It's a lifestyle, nigga\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga, I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n  Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black Maybachs out\n  Y'all niggas just spit shit, and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n  Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy\n  Hammers niggas ain't never seen, got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'\n  I done fuckin' ain't answered once, now why this ho keep callin'?\n  Y'all niggas be fraudin', actin' like y'all got it\n  That shit you call your stash, nigga, that's racks off of my pocket\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rollie, I'm callin' that Barack, shit\n  Damn, I meant Barack, too much Ciroc\n  Won't catch me in that passenger, that's word to Pac\n  That's word to B.I.G., rest in peace to the legends\n  We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston, I'm what's up, fuck askin'\n  They talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros, scorecard, her ass ten\n  Pop pills, no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n  It's goin' down, goin' down, know I brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold, so I don't ride, I ski tracks, I'm\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  Racked up, I'm racked out, black Ferrari, blacked out\n  Black Friday, black MAC, poppin' spades, blackjack\n  Bitch, I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch, sportscenter\n  Ass fat, can't sit straight, ballin' like Greg Blake\n  Chain blue and white, Penn State, tourin' off a mixtape\n  Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch, left out with 40\n  Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mil', and I ain't tryna brag, ho\n  That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped\n  That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n"},{"id":6834581,"name":"Racked Up Shawty ft. Fabolous, French Montana","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty ft. Fabolous, French Montana","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nMeek Mill\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty ft. 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Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish 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neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty Ft Fabolous French Montana\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchaser 2\n  duration_ms: 219951\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Meek Mill\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\n  Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\n  Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\n  See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\n  Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\n  I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\n  Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\n  That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\n  Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\n  Racked up shawty chain bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch left out with 40\n  Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\n  That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\n  That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n"},{"id":25289765,"name":"Racked up shawty (feat. Fabolous & French Montana)","trackName":"Racked up shawty (feat. Fabolous & French Montana)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dream Chaser 4","duration":219.946667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's MMG\nAll my niggas strapped up and racked out (and racked out)\nIt's a lifestyle, nigga (lifestyle, nigga)\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty (racks), racked up shawty (racks)\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty (Gangsta Grillz)\nUgh, racks all on my wrist (what you got?), racks all on my neck (what else?)\nI spend racks all on my bitch (racks), look at these racks all on my check\nNigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out (yeah), fuck a bitch 'til she tap out (yeah)\nFuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)\nY'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)\nDirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\nHammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\nNow tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\nTell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\nI done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\nY'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\nThat shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty\nMy shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\nMy presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\nDamn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\nWon't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\nThat's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)\nWe kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)\nCatch me in that Aston, I'm \"wassup?\" fuck askin'\nThey talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then\nFrom H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)\nPop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\nIt's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)\nNiggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm\nRacked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)\nRacked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)\nBlack Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack\nBitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)\nBaddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)\nAss fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)\nRacked up shawty, chain 'bout forty\nCame in with one bitch, left out with four\nShout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho\nBut that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)\nThat Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.00] It's MMG\n[00:06.72] All my niggas strapped up and racked out (and racked out)\n[00:10.10] It's a lifestyle, nigga (lifestyle, nigga)\n[00:13.35] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[00:17.19] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[00:20.55] Racked up shawty (racks), racked up shawty (racks)\n[00:23.92] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (Gangsta Grillz)\n[00:26.86] Ugh, racks all on my wrist (what you got?), racks all on my neck (what else?)\n[00:30.09] I spend racks all on my bitch (racks), look at these racks all on my check\n[00:33.61] Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out (yeah), fuck a bitch 'til she tap out (yeah)\n[00:37.35] Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n[00:40.47] 'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)\n[00:44.19] Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n[00:47.36] 'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)\n[00:49.34] Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\n[00:50.86] Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\n[00:54.25] Now tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\n[00:56.22] Tell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\n[00:57.78] I done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\n[01:00.74] Y'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\n[01:04.23] That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\n[01:08.11] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[01:11.60] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[01:15.04] Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\n[01:18.43] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[01:21.72] My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\n[01:25.10] My presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\n[01:28.88] Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\n[01:32.08] Won't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\n[01:35.63] That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)\n[01:38.88] We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)\n[01:42.47] Catch me in that Aston, I'm \"wassup?\" fuck askin'\n[01:45.67] They talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then\n[01:49.23] From H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)\n[01:52.57] Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n[01:56.04] It's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)\n[01:59.35] Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm\n[02:02.89] Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)\n[02:06.28] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[02:09.73] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)\n[02:13.07] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)\n[02:16.52] Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)\n[02:19.83] Black Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack\n[02:23.25] Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)\n[02:26.90] Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)\n[02:30.12] Ass fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake\n[02:33.38] Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)\n[02:37.00] Racked up shawty, chain 'bout forty\n[02:40.48] Came in with one bitch, left out with four\n[02:43.91] Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n[02:47.10] Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho\n[02:50.15] But that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)\n[02:53.69] That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n[02:57.52] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[03:01.09] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[03:04.40] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[03:07.65] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked up shawty (feat. 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Stackhouse\n  start_ms: 37350\n  end_ms: 40470\n- text: '''Cause I ball hard, I''m swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)'\n  start_ms: 40470\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 47360\n- text: '''Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)'\n  start_ms: 47360\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 54250\n- text: Now tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\n  start_ms: 54250\n  end_ms: 56220\n- text: Tell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\n  start_ms: 56220\n  end_ms: 57780\n- text: I done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\n  start_ms: 57780\n  end_ms: 60740\n- text: Y'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\n  start_ms: 60740\n  end_ms: 64230\n- text: That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\n  start_ms: 64230\n  end_ms: 68110\n- text: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 68110\n  end_ms: 71600\n- text: All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 71600\n  end_ms: 75040\n- text: Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 75040\n  end_ms: 78430\n- text: And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 78430\n  end_ms: 81720\n- text: My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\n  start_ms: 81720\n  end_ms: 85100\n- text: My presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\n  start_ms: 85100\n  end_ms: 88880\n- text: Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\n  start_ms: 88880\n  end_ms: 92080\n- text: Won't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\n  start_ms: 92080\n  end_ms: 95630\n- text: That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)\n  start_ms: 95630\n  end_ms: 98880\n- text: We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)\n  start_ms: 98880\n  end_ms: 102470\n- text: Catch me in that Aston, I'm \"wassup?\" fuck askin'\n  start_ms: 102470\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: They talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 109230\n- text: From H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)\n  start_ms: 109230\n  end_ms: 112570\n- text: Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n  start_ms: 112570\n  end_ms: 116040\n- text: It's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)\n  start_ms: 116040\n  end_ms: 119350\n- text: Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm\n  start_ms: 119350\n  end_ms: 122890\n- text: Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)\n  start_ms: 122890\n  end_ms: 126280\n- text: All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 126280\n  end_ms: 129730\n- text: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)\n  start_ms: 129730\n  end_ms: 133070\n- text: And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)\n  start_ms: 133070\n  end_ms: 136520\n- text: Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)\n  start_ms: 136520\n  end_ms: 139830\n- text: Black Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack\n  start_ms: 139830\n  end_ms: 143250\n- text: Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)\n  start_ms: 143250\n  end_ms: 146900\n- text: Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)\n  start_ms: 146900\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: Ass fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153380\n- text: Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)\n  start_ms: 153380\n  end_ms: 157000\n- text: Racked up shawty, chain 'bout forty\n  start_ms: 157000\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Came in with one bitch, left out with four\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163910\n- text: Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n  start_ms: 163910\n  end_ms: 167100\n- text: Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho\n  start_ms: 167100\n  end_ms: 170150\n- text: But that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)\n  start_ms: 170150\n  end_ms: 173690\n- text: That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n  start_ms: 173690\n  end_ms: 177520\n- text: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 177520\n  end_ms: 181090\n- text: All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 181090\n  end_ms: 184400\n- text: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 184400\n  end_ms: 187650\n- text: And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 187650\nplain: |-\n  It's MMG\n  All my niggas strapped up and racked out (and racked out)\n  It's a lifestyle, nigga (lifestyle, nigga)\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  Racked up shawty (racks), racked up shawty (racks)\n  And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Ugh, racks all on my wrist (what you got?), racks all on my neck (what else?)\n  I spend racks all on my bitch (racks), look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out (yeah), fuck a bitch 'til she tap out (yeah)\n  Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n  'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)\n  Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n  'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)\n  Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\n  Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\n  Now tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\n  Tell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\n  I done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\n  Y'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\n  That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\n  My presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\n  Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\n  Won't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\n  That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)\n  We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)\n  Catch me in that Aston, I'm \"wassup?\" fuck askin'\n  They talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then\n  From H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)\n  Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n  It's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)\n  Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm\n  Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)\n  And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)\n  Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)\n  Black Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack\n  Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)\n  Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)\n  Ass fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)\n  Racked up shawty, chain 'bout forty\n  Came in with one bitch, left out with four\n  Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho\n  But that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)\n  That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n"},{"id":23909717,"name":"Racked Up Shawty (feat. Fabolous & French Montana)","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty (feat. Fabolous & French Montana)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's MMG\nAll my niggas strapped up and racked out (and racked out)\nIt's a lifestyle, nigga (lifestyle, nigga)\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty (racks), racked up shawty (racks)\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty (Gangsta Grillz)\nUgh, racks all on my wrist (what you got?), racks all on my neck (what else?)\nI spend racks all on my bitch (racks), look at these racks all on my check\nNigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out (yeah), fuck a bitch 'til she tap out (yeah)\nFuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)\nY'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)\nDirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\nHammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\nNow tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\nTell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\nI done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\nY'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\nThat shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty\nMy shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\nMy presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\nDamn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\nWon't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\nThat's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)\nWe kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)\nCatch me in that Aston, I'm \"wassup?\" fuck askin'\nThey talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then\nFrom H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)\nPop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\nIt's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)\nNiggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm\nRacked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)\nRacked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)\nBlack Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack\nBitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)\nBaddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)\nAss fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)\nRacked up shawty, chain 'bout forty\nCame in with one bitch, left out with four\nShout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho\nBut that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)\nThat Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me racked up shawty\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me racked up shawty","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.00] It's MMG\n[00:06.72] All my niggas strapped up and racked out (and racked out)\n[00:10.10] It's a lifestyle, nigga (lifestyle, nigga)\n[00:13.35] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[00:17.19] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[00:20.55] Racked up shawty (racks), racked up shawty (racks)\n[00:23.92] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (Gangsta Grillz)\n[00:26.86] Ugh, racks all on my wrist (what you got?), racks all on my neck (what else?)\n[00:30.09] I spend racks all on my bitch (racks), look at these racks all on my check\n[00:33.61] Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out (yeah), fuck a bitch 'til she tap out (yeah)\n[00:37.35] Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n[00:40.47] 'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)\n[00:44.19] Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n[00:47.36] 'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)\n[00:49.34] Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\n[00:50.86] Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\n[00:54.25] Now tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\n[00:56.22] Tell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\n[00:57.78] I done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\n[01:00.74] Y'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\n[01:04.23] That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\n[01:08.11] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[01:11.60] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[01:15.04] Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\n[01:18.43] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[01:21.72] My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\n[01:25.10] My presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\n[01:28.88] Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\n[01:32.08] Won't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\n[01:35.63] That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)\n[01:38.88] We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)\n[01:42.47] Catch me in that Aston, I'm \"wassup?\" fuck askin'\n[01:45.67] They talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then\n[01:49.23] From H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)\n[01:52.57] Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n[01:56.04] It's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)\n[01:59.35] Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm\n[02:02.89] Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)\n[02:06.28] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[02:09.73] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)\n[02:13.07] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)\n[02:16.52] Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)\n[02:19.83] Black Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack\n[02:23.25] Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)\n[02:26.90] Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)\n[02:30.12] Ass fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake\n[02:33.38] Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)\n[02:37.00] Racked up shawty, chain 'bout forty\n[02:40.48] Came in with one bitch, left out with four\n[02:43.91] Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n[02:47.10] Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho\n[02:50.15] But that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)\n[02:53.69] That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n[02:57.52] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[03:01.09] All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n[03:04.40] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n[03:07.65] And all these bitches call me racked up shawty","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty (feat. 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Stackhouse\n  start_ms: 37350\n  end_ms: 40470\n- text: '''Cause I ball hard, I''m swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)'\n  start_ms: 40470\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 47360\n- text: '''Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)'\n  start_ms: 47360\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 54250\n- text: Now tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\n  start_ms: 54250\n  end_ms: 56220\n- text: Tell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\n  start_ms: 56220\n  end_ms: 57780\n- text: I done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\n  start_ms: 57780\n  end_ms: 60740\n- text: Y'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\n  start_ms: 60740\n  end_ms: 64230\n- text: That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\n  start_ms: 64230\n  end_ms: 68110\n- text: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 68110\n  end_ms: 71600\n- text: All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 71600\n  end_ms: 75040\n- text: Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 75040\n  end_ms: 78430\n- text: And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  start_ms: 78430\n  end_ms: 81720\n- text: My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\n  start_ms: 81720\n  end_ms: 85100\n- text: My presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\n  start_ms: 85100\n  end_ms: 88880\n- text: Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\n  start_ms: 88880\n  end_ms: 92080\n- text: Won't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\n  start_ms: 92080\n  end_ms: 95630\n- text: That's word to B.I.G. 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Stackhouse\n  'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out (woo), all black, Maybach south (woo)\n  Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n  'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)\n  Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)\n  Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)\n  Now tell them hoes that I'm busy (busy)\n  Tell them hoes that I'm ballin' (ballin')\n  I done fucking ain't answered once, now why does ho keep callin'? (why?)\n  Y'all niggas be fraudin' (fraud), actin' like y'all got it (got it)\n  That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket, ugh\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)\n  My presidential Rollie (woo), I'm calling that Barack (shit)\n  Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much Cîroc (shit)\n  Won't catch me in that passenger (nah), and that's word to Pac (damn)\n  That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)\n  We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends (yeah)\n  Catch me in that Aston, I'm \"wassup?\" fuck askin'\n  They talk behind my bitch back, they must've seen her ass then\n  From H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)\n  Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n  It's goin' down, goin' down, no I brought my ski racks (yeah)\n  Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks I'm\n  Racked up shawty (yeah), racked up shawty (yeah)\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty (Montana, Meek Milly what up?)\n  And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (huh, huh)\n  Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out (huh)\n  Black Friday, black MAC (huh), poppin' spades black jack\n  Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease (huh), made two fifty this week (huh)\n  Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch Sportscenter (oh)\n  Ass fat can't sit straight (what), ballin' like Griff Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape (huh)\n  Racked up shawty, chain 'bout forty\n  Came in with one bitch, left out with four\n  Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho\n  But that Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped (woo)\n  That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me racked up shawty\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me racked up shawty\n"},{"id":14961018,"name":"10 - Racked Up Shawty Ft Fabolous French Montana","trackName":"10 - Racked Up Shawty Ft Fabolous French Montana","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nMeek Mill\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 10 - Racked Up Shawty Ft Fabolous French Montana\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Meek Mill\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\n  Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\n  Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\n  See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\n  Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\n  I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\n  Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\n  That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\n  Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\n  Racked up shawty chain bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch left out with 40\n  Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\n  That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\n  That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n"},{"id":10692333,"name":"Racked Up Shawty ft. Fabolous, French Montana (DatPiff Exclusive)","trackName":"Racked Up Shawty ft. Fabolous, French Montana (DatPiff Exclusive)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nMeek Mill\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\nNigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\nCus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\nYa niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\nSee these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\nHammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\nI done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\nYa niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\nThat shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFabolous\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\nDamn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\nWont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\nThats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\nKill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\nThey talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\nPop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\nIts going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\nFrench Montana\nRacked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\nBlack Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\nBitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\nAss fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\nChain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\nRacked up shawty chain bout 40\nCame in with one bitch left out with 40\nShout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\nThat Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\nThat Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\nChorus\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nall these bitches call me racked up shawty x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked Up Shawty ft. Fabolous, French Montana (DatPiff Exclusive)\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Meek Mill\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house\n  Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out\n  Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout\n  See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy\n  Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin\n  I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin\n  Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti\n  That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  Fabolous\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack\n  Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc\n  Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac\n  Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends\n  Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin\n  They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10\n  Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen\n  Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n\n  French Montana\n  Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out\n  Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack\n  Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center\n  Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake\n  Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape\n  Racked up shawty chain bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch left out with 40\n  Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe\n  That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap\n  That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that\n\n  Chorus\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2\n"},{"id":35805740,"name":"Racked up shawty (feat. Fabolous & French Montana)","trackName":"Racked up shawty (feat. Fabolous & French Montana)","artistName":"Meek Mill, Fabolous, French Montana","albumName":"Dream Chaser 4","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's MMG\nAll my niggas strapped up and racked out\nIt's a lifestyle, nigga\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nRacks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\nI spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check\nNigga, I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out\nFuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\nCause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black Maybachs out\nY'all niggas just spit shit, and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\nCause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy\nHammers niggas ain't never seen, got 30 off in that 50\nNow tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'\nI done fuckin' ain't answered once, now why this ho keep callin'?\nY'all niggas be fraudin', actin' like y'all got it\nThat shit you call your stash, nigga, that's racks off of my pocket\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nMy shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\nMy presidential Rollie, I'm callin' that Barack, shit\nDamn, I meant Barack, too much Ciroc\nWon't catch me in that passenger, that's word to Pac\nThat's word to B.I.G., rest in peace to the legends\nWe kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends\nCatch me in that Aston, I'm what's up, fuck askin'\nThey talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass then\nFrom H-Town like the Astros, scorecard, her ass ten\nPop pills, no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\nIt's goin' down, goin' down, know I brought my ski racks\nNiggas know my flow cold, so I don't ride, I ski tracks, I'm\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\nRacked up, I'm racked out, black Ferrari, blacked out\nBlack Friday, black MAC, poppin' spades, blackjack\nBitch, I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week\nBaddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch, sportscenter\nAss fat, can't sit straight, ballin' like Greg Blake\nChain blue and white, Penn State, tourin' off a mixtape\nRacked up shawty, chain 'bout 40\nCame in with one bitch, left out with 40\nShout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\nKnow the crib a couple mil', and I ain't tryna brag, ho\nThat Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped\nThat Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAll these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\nRacked up shawty, racked up shawty\nAnd all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Racked up shawty (feat. Fabolous & French Montana)\n  artist: Meek Mill, Fabolous, French Montana\n  album: Dream Chaser 4\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's MMG\n  All my niggas strapped up and racked out\n  It's a lifestyle, nigga\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck\n  I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check\n  Nigga, I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out\n  Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse\n  Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black Maybachs out\n  Y'all niggas just spit shit, and I live the shit that I rap 'bout\n  Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy\n  Hammers niggas ain't never seen, got 30 off in that 50\n  Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'\n  I done fuckin' ain't answered once, now why this ho keep callin'?\n  Y'all niggas be fraudin', actin' like y'all got it\n  That shit you call your stash, nigga, that's racks off of my pocket\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack\n  My presidential Rollie, I'm callin' that Barack, shit\n  Damn, I meant Barack, too much Ciroc\n  Won't catch me in that passenger, that's word to Pac\n  That's word to B.I.G., rest in peace to the legends\n  We kill niggas for actin', rest in peace to them legends\n  Catch me in that Aston, I'm what's up, fuck askin'\n  They talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass then\n  From H-Town like the Astros, scorecard, her ass ten\n  Pop pills, no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen\n  It's goin' down, goin' down, know I brought my ski racks\n  Niggas know my flow cold, so I don't ride, I ski tracks, I'm\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n\n  Racked up, I'm racked out, black Ferrari, blacked out\n  Black Friday, black MAC, poppin' spades, blackjack\n  Bitch, I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week\n  Baddest bitch, all in her, ballin' bitch, sportscenter\n  Ass fat, can't sit straight, ballin' like Greg Blake\n  Chain blue and white, Penn State, tourin' off a mixtape\n  Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40\n  Came in with one bitch, left out with 40\n  Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo\n  Know the crib a couple mil', and I ain't tryna brag, ho\n  That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy that stay strapped\n  That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that\n\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  All these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n  Racked up shawty, racked up shawty\n  And all these bitches call me \"racked up shawty\"\n"}]