Lyrics Jefe - T.I., Meek Mill

Jefe

No more apologizing for being excellent
(Eso no importa pues, apúrate)
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon' be dope
(Quiero la plata, nada más)
And not apologize for it
I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya, ya mismo)
Wrap your mind around it, embrace it, this is a fact of life
(Mmm, papi)
God, I am so good (Bangladesh)
Thank you
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend
Shit, look at these haters, they hatin' again
I know they don’t like it, they takin' it in
Fuck up a check, then we makin' it back
She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
She want the D, I’ve been waitin' on that
I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hatin' on that
And I meant what I said, I ain’t takin' it back
We get you chain, we ain’t takin' it back
Reach for my chain, get a fracture for that
Only speak on my name when you statin' the facts, please
I know we ballin' too much
And all of these pretty hoes fallin' for us
I say, «Ven aquí mami,» and call her to us
If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and titties
She jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I’m in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchy
My pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the 'Gram just to look like you got it
But really you broke (But really you broke)
Seen suckas pop shit on their Twitter
Like killers and really get smoked (Really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter
Just telling us jokes (Telling us jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread
Tryna turn it to toast, for real
They say we talk about money too much
But maybe they ain’t gettin' money enough
I say, «Dímelo, papi,» he come with a truck
He gon' make me a tab and I’m runnin' it up, gracias
Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records
You see 'em, don’t do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin' and shinin' since back in the 90's
I’m 'bout it, forgot it, the Glock in my pocket
Remind you and plus the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, 'What the fuck?'
Ain’t no way in the hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I can’t do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That’s how I do it, can’t give you the formula
Don’t stop me now, I’m just warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the fuck they performin' for
Leave 'em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain’t shit 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, and schemin' and chasin' our dream
Stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps and you see me, you see what I mean
Drippin' that flavor
Fuck niggas hatin', don’t try me, I split that potato
Then go sit and eat with the mayor, skiin' in Vail
David Chappelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' to tell
Open the vault, put you under the jail, damn!
Como dice Pablo 'Plata O Plomo'?
Así es como es
Que te vaya bien, bitch!
Hey, que pasa, mi amigo
You know that nigga?
Ay, tranquilo
What’d he do?
Hahahaha
Ask him if he got some weed
Yo quiero grande mota
Man, what’d you just say?
Cómo se dice «a lot of weed?»
(Yeah) Yeah yo quiero grande mota
Okay (Huh?)
Cocaína?
(Hell yeah)
Mucho (We want that)
Ahahahahaha
Ya dig?