Meek Mill - Jefe lyrics

[Intro] Oyy papi, [??] No more apologizing for being excellent From now on man, f** it, I'm just gon' be dope And no apologize for it I'm sorry I'm dope, n***a Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life God, I'm so good [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yeah, f** up that money, then make it again (the make it again) I f** her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend) sh**, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again) I know they don't like it, they taking it in f** up a check, then we making it back She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in that She want the D, I've been waiting on that I've been doing my thing, they've been hating on that And I meant what I said, I ain't taking it back We get you chain, we ain't taking it back Reach for my chain, get [??] for that Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please I know we balling too much And all of these pretty hoes falling for us I say [??] mami, and call it to us If I give you my number, don't call me too much, comprende? City to city, bad b**hes and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, 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) Since s**as pop sh** on their twitter, like k**ers and really get smoked (really get smoked) Know n***as that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes) While we gettin' money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal They say we talk about money too much But maybe they ain't getting money enough I say, 'Dimelo' papi, he combo the trucks He gon' make a tab and I'm running it up, gracias! [Verse 2: T.I.] Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean So disappointed when n***as talk sh** on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything Okay, k**ing these n***as with more than before Been stuntin' and shining since back in the nineties I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug 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 f** See these n***as, I just be like, 'What the f**?' Ain't no way in hell you can f** with us Like a bad b**h with no furniture I can't do nothin' with her Still hit her and them bad b**hes who hung with her That's how I do, ay, can't give you the formula Don't stop me, I'm just warming up n***as be actin', the f** they perfomin' for Leave 'em right there for the coroner Man, my b**h look so bad, she a foreigner Aston Martin, the attire is formal How we kick it, ain't sh** 'bout us normal We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream Stacking that paper Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean Dripping that flavor f** n***as hating, don't try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor Ski an invader David Chepelle told me you n***as is funny as hell Run to the smoke and then running in tail Open the vault 'cause you [?] jail [Bridge: Female voice & T.I.] Como ese [??] plata or plomo? [??] como [??] [??] b**h Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??] You know that n***a? [??] What'd he do? Ask him if he got some weed [??] grande [??] Man, what'd you just say? [??] is how you say a lot of weed Yeah [??] grande [??] Hell yeah Mucho Ya dig?