Ay papi, Nik apurate
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, f*ck it, I'm just gon' be dope
And not 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
Yeah, f*ck up that money, then make it again (then make it again)
I f*ck her twice, then I make her my [A]friend (then I make her my [A]friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know they don't like [F]it, they takin' it in
F*ck up a check, then we makin' it back
She like [F]Chanel, I'ma drape her in that
She want the D, I've been waitin' on [C7]that
I've been doing my [A]thing, they've been hatin' on [C7]that
And I meant what I said, I ain't takin' it back
We get your chain, we ain't takin' it back
Reach for [Dm7]my [A]chain, gotta fight you [A7for [Dm7]that
Only speak on [C7]my [A]name when you [A7statin' the facts, please
I know we ballin' too much and [Bm]all [Em]of these pretty hoes fallin' for [Dm7]us
I say, "Ven aquí mami," and [Bm]call [Em]it to [C7]us
If I give you [A7my [A]number, don't call [Em]me too much, comprende?
City to [C7]city, bad bitches and [Bm]tities, she jump on [C7]the jet with me, she on [C7]the tour
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and [Bm]Givenchi, my [A]pockets on [C7]Benji and [Bm]she in Dior
Flex on [C7]the 'Gram just to [C7]look like [F]you [A7got [Fm7]it, but ɾeally you [A7broke
(But ɾeally you [A7broke)
Since suckas pop shit on [C7]their Twitter, like [F]killers and [Bm]ɾeally get smoked
(Really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to [C7]be [Am]tɾappers on [C7]Twitter just tellin' us jokes
(Tellin' us jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread, tɾyna turn it to [C7]toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe [Am]they ain't gettin' money enough
I say, "Dimelo, papi," he come with a tɾuck
He gon' make a tab and [Bm]I'm ɾunnin' it up, gracias!
Let me welcome you, get intɾoduced to [C7]the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand [Bm]new and [Bm]they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on [C7]their ɾecords, when you [A7see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin' and [Bm]shinin' since back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, forgot [Fm7]the Glock in my [A]pocket, ɾemind you [A7and [Bm]plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on [C7]diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I'm solid and [Bm]thorough, stand [Bm]up as f*ck
See these niggas, I just be [Am]like, 'What the f*ck?'
Ain't no way in hell you [A7can f*ck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and [Bm]them [A]bad bitches who hung with her
That's how I do, ay, can't give you [A7the formula
Don't stop me, I'm just warmin' up
Niggas be [Am]actin', the f*ck they perfomin' for
Leave 'em [A]ɾight there for [Dm7]the coroner
Man, my [A]bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston [C7]Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us normal
We Grand [Bm]Hustle, schemin' and [Bm]chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my [A]ɾaps, you [A7see me, you [A7see what I mean, drippin' that flavor
F*ck nigga hatin', but tɾy me, I split that potato, then go sit and [Bm]eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David Chapelle told me you [A7niggas is funny as hell
Run to [C7]the smoke and [Bm]then ɾunnin' and [Bm]tell, open the vault, put you [A7under the jail
Como dice Pablo, plata or plomo?
Así es como es
Que te vaya bien bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo
You know that nigga?
Tranquilo
What'd he do?
Ay, ask him if he got [Fm7]some weed
Yo quiero grande mota
Man, what'd you [A7just say?
Cómo se dice a lot of weed
Yeah yo quiero grande mota
Okay
Cocaína
Hell yeah
Mucho
We want that
Ya dig?
