Jefe (feat. Meek Mill)

Ay papi, Nik apurate

No more apologizing for being excellent

From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope

And not apologize for it

I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga

Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life

God, I'm so good

Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (then make it again)

I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)

Shit, look at these haters, they hatin' again (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 your chain, we ain't takin' it back

Reach for my chain, gotta fight you 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 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 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' us jokes

(Tellin' us jokes)

While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal

They say we talk about money too much, but maybe they ain't gettin' money enough

I say, "Dimelo, papi," he come with a 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 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 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 perfomin' 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 nigga hatin', but 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 or plomo?

Así es como es

Que te vaya bien bitch

Hey, que pase, mi amigo

You know that nigga?

Tranquilo

What'd he do?

Ay, 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 yo quiero grande mota

Okay

Cocaína

Hell yeah

Mucho

We want that

Ya dig?