Jefe T.I. (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Dave Chappelle]
(Ay papi, Meek apúrate, fuck)
No more apologizing for being excellent
(Eso no importa pues, apúrate)
From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope
(Quiero la plata, nada más)
And not apologize for it
I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya, ya mismo)
Wrap your mind around it, embrace it, this is a fact of life
(Mmm, papi)
God, I am so good (Bangladesh)
Thank you

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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, get a 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 her 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)
Seen 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 telling us jokes (Telling us 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 come with a truck
He gon' make me a tab and I'm runnin' it up, gracias