Jefe (Explicit) - T.I./Meek Mill

Lyricist：Clifford Harris/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Shondrae Crawford/Dwight Sonti Brown

Composer：Clifford Harris/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Shondrae Crawford/Dwight Sonti Brown

No more apologizing for being excellent

From now on man f**k it

I'm just gon' be d**e

And no apologize for it

I'm sorry

I'm d**e n**ga

Wrap your mind around it and embrace it

This is a fact of life

God I'm so good

Yeah f**k up that money then make it again

Then make it again

I f**k her twice then I make her my friend

Then I make her my friend

Sh*t look at these haters

They hatin' again 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 get your fracture 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 b**ches 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 sh*t on their twitter like killers

And really get smoked really get smoked

Know n**gas 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 forreal

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 n**gas talk sh*t on their records

When you see 'em don't do anything

Okay killin' these n**gas 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 f**k

See these n**gas I just be like what the f**k

Ain't no way in hell you can f**k with us

Like a bad b**ch with no furniture I can't do nothin' with her

Still hit her and them bad b**ches 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 perfomin' for

Leave 'em right there for the coroner

Man my b**ch 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 schemin' and chasin'

Our dream stackin' that paper

Hearin' my raps you see me you see

What I mean drippin' that flavor

F**k n**gas 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 n**gas 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**ch

Hey que pase mi amigo

You know that n**ga

Ay tranquilo

What'd he do

Hahahaha

Ask him if he got some w**d

Yo quiero grande mota

Man what'd you just say

Cómo se dice a lot of w**d

Yeah yeah yo quiero grande mota

Okay huh

Cocaina hell yeah

Mucho we want that

Ahahahahaha

Ya dig