(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, fuck up that money, then make it again (the 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 hating again (they hating again)
I know they don't like it, they taking it in
Fuck 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 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 telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
While we gettin' 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 niggas talk shit on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin' 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 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 warming 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, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
Fuck niggas 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 niggas 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 dice Pablo plata or plomo?
Así es como es
Que te vaya bien bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that nigga?
[??]
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 yo quiero grande mota
Hell yeah
Mucho
Ya dig?