600 Racks Lyrics – Meek Mill

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[Chorus]
Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain’t
You ain’t, it’s fu*k you
We came in this b!tch two Glocks, four pounds and a ten
So we ain’t gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don’t want you
Please

[Verse 1]
N!gga ran through the money, got way more humble
Ten to a twenty, I’m making it double
A ten on ya homie, I think he in trouble
Bro seen me make like ten Ms and he ain’t get one
‘Cause he ain’t wanna hustle
I almost put a bird on a b!tch ass rap n!gga
Shh, but I ain’t wanna fumble
N!ggas know how I’m laying, Glock 10s, FNs
63s, new Benz
Fu*king her sis, I’m hitting two twins
Better believe it, I run up this cash
I give bro and them like two Ms
She fu*k good, she getting a bag
I call Kim K, get her some SKIMS, yeah
Boss s*it, n!ggas thinking I lost it
Made it out of my hardships
Tall b!tch throw it back and she toss it
Knock it out of the park s*it
Dog s*it, I been popping that dog s*it
On some raising the bar s*it
Car s*it, brrp, you and your dog hit
Talking A and that R s*it
One mill’, two mill’, three mill’, four
I had that when I came in the door
I was still crack way back ’04
I was still sharp way back for sure
She wanna fu*k for them racks for sure

He wanna kill for them racks for sure
I’m putting everybody out that want war
You’ll eat, I’ll kill young bull
I’m on that Berks Street, Diamond, Susqu, trap street
Yeah, the real up North
Walk through the valley, shadow of death
You try me, I’ll get you killed up North
I bought the Spectre, that s*it like electric
I gave it to Khi, it’s still out North
Right on the block, it’s still out North
I’m up top, got hittas out Newark

[Chorus]
Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain’t
You ain’t, it’s fu*k you
We came in this b!tch two Glocks, four pounds and a ten
So we ain’t gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don’t want you
Please

[Verse 2]
I’m doing this s*it with ease (Let’s go)
She a lil’ hood b!tch, mean as fu*k
For me, she get on them knees (Let’s go)
Real hood n!gga I’m rocking a Patek
This s*it like three hundred Ps (Ah)
Bro and them pushing that weed
Going live on n!gga real quick like Speed
Ya dig?
Too much motion
I went Cullinan, follow the Ghosts (All in the back)
N!ggas ain’t having the way that we having
They get on some ho s*it
Run up them rackeys, n!ggas turn into actors
And get on some broke s*it
She caught the wave and surfed it
Lambo yacht real fast in the ocean
Bend through ya block on a big boy, coasting
On 12, what the hell?
Get paid, fu*k jail
G43, this b!tch tuck well
She get paid to play with that water
I’m eating her out, this b!tch upscale
She fu*k well and stay to herself
Oh, behave, go get her Chanel
N!gga, I’m made, I’ll sit in a cell
Before I tell and sit in a cell
So many nights they ain’t give me no bail
We was all locked up sitting in jail
Now Dubai on a yacht, we sail
Arabic dime don’t know Meek Mill
I just told her my name Rihmeek
Ten Rolls Royce coming through like a Sheik
Chase it, chase it, chase it, chase it

[Chorus]
Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain’t
You ain’t, it’s fu*k you
We came in this b!tch two Glocks, four pounds and a ten
So we ain’t gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don’t want you
Please