T.I. – Jefe Lyrics ft Meek Mill

Jefe Lyrics by T.I. feat Meek Mill.

[Intro]
Oyy papi, (?)
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
And no 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

[Verse 1 – Meek Mill]
Yeah, f–k up that money, then make it again “the make it again”
I f–k her twice, then I make her my friend “then I make her my friend”
S–t, look at these haters, they hating again “they hating again”
I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
F–k 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—–s 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 s–t on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked “really get smoked”
Know n—-s that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes “telling these jokes”
While we getting 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—-s talk s–t on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
Okay, killing these n—-s with more than before
Been stunting 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–k
See these n—-s, 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 nothing with her
Still hit her and them bad b—–s 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—-s be acting, the f–k they perfoming 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, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearing my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
F–k n—-s 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—-s 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—h
Hey, que pase, mi amigo (?)
You know that n—a?
(?)
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?