Jefe - T.I. feat Meek Mill
[Intro]
Oyy papi, [??]
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, f_ck it, I'm just gon' be dope
And no apologize for it
I'm sorry I'm dope, n_gga
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_ck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
I f_ck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Sh_t, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
I know they don't like it, they taking it in
F_ck 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_tches 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_ckas pop sh_t on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know n_ggas 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_ggas talk sh_t on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killing these n_ggas 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_ck
See these n_ggas, I just be like, 'What the f_ck?'
Ain't no way in hell you can f_ck with us
Like a bad b_tch with no furniture
I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad b_tches 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_ggas be actin', the f_ck they perfomin' for
Leave 'em right there for the coroner
Man, my b_tch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain't sh_t '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_ck n_ggas 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_ggas 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_tch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that n_gga?
[??]
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?
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