[Intro]
Yeah, true story, so listen
[Verse 1]
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**h
You on the red carpet with a prostitute
Red target on a f** n***a head
I don't shoot if somebody'll do it
It's a dead target [?] 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, and we gotta lose him
Ba** in the trunk, turn up my music
Ba** in the trunk, talking '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 dad's 100, plus another f**in' hunnid, 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**in' loaf
Shorty give head on the motherf**in' low
Shorty she was scared so I kept it on the low
I had to get some head from my motherf**in' folks
And she didn't tell nobody, I stuck it in her motherf**in' throat
That p**y smell like water, mm, mm, good
[Hook]
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** 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
[Verse 2]
Running 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**er s**in' me
On the low low, you feel me?
f** 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** with a n***a like me, you feel me?
Who the f** 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 dad's 100, plus another f**in' hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over
Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them n***as feel you
[Hook]
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** 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