Jefe – Meek Mill feat. T.I. lyrics

Lyrics Jefe – Meek Mill

Jefe lyrics
(Oyy papi, Meek apurate, f**k!)
No more apologizing for being excellent
(No se me importa. ¿Puedes apurarte?)
From now on man, f**k it, I’m just gon’ be dope
(Quiero la plata, nada más)
And no apologize for it
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I’m sorry I’m dope, n***a (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya)
Wrap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
Bangladesh
God, I’m so good

Yeah, f**k up that money, then make it again
I f**k her twice, then I make her my friend
S**t, look at these haters, they hatin’ again
I know they don’t like it, they takin’ it in
F**k 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 h**s 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 s**t 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, “Dimelo, 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 s**t 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 f**k
See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the f**k?’
Ain’t no way in hell you can f**k with us
Like a bad b***h 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 f**k they performin’ 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 s**t ’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
F**k 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, b***h!
Hey, que pase, mi amigo
You know that n***a?
Ay, tranquilo
What’d he do?
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
Cocaina?
Mucho (We want that)
Ya dig?
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