Rich Homie Quan – Pablo

Rich Homie Quan – Pablo Lyrics

Artist: Rich Homie Quan
Song: Pablo

Yeah, true story, so listen
I save my money
First cla** I flew
I could’ve bought a jet

But I bought a coupe
Red carpet with a model b*t*h
You on the red carpet with a prost**ute
Red target on a f**k n***a head

I don’t shoot if somebody’ll do it
It’s a dead target, now a dead man
Put him in the woods, throw him away and lose it
Up in a hot box, heard the cop behind me

Gotta get away, yeah we gotta lose him
Ba** in the trunk, turn up my music
Ba** in the trunk, talkin’ ’bout that toolie
Hold up, wait, slow it down

I just seen twelve, turn around
I roll the window down
It don’t matter, we been burnin’ it down, all day, all day
(Woo woo) That’s the sound we heard

I ain’t pulling over, took ’em on a high speed chase
I ain’t pulling over, no I ain’t pulling over, no I ain’t pulling over
My dash on 100, plus another f**kin’ hundred
Ain’t no sense in pulling over

Had to swallow my pack
I ain’t put it in my crack when I seen ’em in my rear view
Gotta always adapt, it don’t matter where you at
Gotta make them n***as feel you

‘Cause I got bread by the motherf**kin’ loaf
Shorty give head on the motherf**kin’ low
Shorty she was scared so I kept it on the low
I had to get some head from my motherf**kin’ folks

And she didn’t tell nobody, I stuck it in her motherf**kin’ throat
That pu**y smell like water, mm, mm, good
I got money just like Pablo
I told my cousin, Gustavo

Put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho
Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout nachos
I feel like Pablo ‘cause I do this sh*t for my muchachos
I’m a walking lick, I know these n***as plottin’ on me

No disrespect but I got these El Chapo’s on me
I hope you ready for war
Runnin’ the road down, shooting at all of these n***as
No h#mo, put him in the birthday suit

Take the drawers off that n***a
Hold up, wait, he the type of n***a talk to twelve
Yeah, and call on me n***a
He ain’t even blood to me, he lame to me

I got a baby mama, motherf**ker suckin’ me
On the low low, you feel me?
F**k her on the floor beside her children
He don’t know even when she trippin’

Pablo money, sixty million
They don’t like she f**k with a n***a like me, you feel me? Yeah
Who the f**k put the red dot on me?
Now they all on my tail, but guess what?

I ain’t pulling over, n***a I ain’t pulling over
N***a I ain’t pulling over
I ain’t pulling over, n***a I ain’t pulling over
N***a I ain’t pulling over

My dash on 100, plus another f**kin’ hundred
Ain’t no sense in pulling over
Gotta always adapt, it don’t matter where you at
Gotta make them n***as feel you

I got money just like Pablo
I told my cousin, Gustavo
Put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho
Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain’t talking ’bout nachos

I feel like Pablo ‘cause I do this sh*t for my muchachos
I’m a walking lick, I know these n***as plottin’ on me
No disrespect but I got these El Chapo’s on me
I hope you ready for war

I hope you ready for war
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Release Year: 2014