Jefe (feat. Meek Mill)

(Oyy papi, Meek apurate, fuck!)

No more apologizing for being excellent

(No se me importa. ¿Puedes apurarte?)

From now on man, fuck it

I'm just gon' be dope

(Quiero la plata, nada más)

And no apologize for it

I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga

(Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya)

Wrap your mind around it

And embrace it, this is a fact of life

(Mmm, papi)

Bangladesh

God, I'm so good

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, catch a facial 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 it 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)

Since 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 tellin' these jokes (tellin' these 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 combo the truck

He gon' make 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

When you see 'em, don't do anything

Okay, killin' these niggas with more than before

Been stuntin' and shinin' since back in the nineties

I'm 'bout it, forgot 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 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, ay, can't give you the formula

Don't stop me, 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, schemin' and chasin' our dream

Stackin' that paper

Hearin' my raps, 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 Chapelle told me

You niggas is funny as hell

Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell

Open the vault, put you under the jail

Como dice Pablo: Plata o Plomo?

Así es como es

Que te vaya bien, bitch!

Hey, que pase, 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?)

Cocaina? (Hell yeah)

Mucho (We want that)

Ahahahahaha

Ya dig?