Rich Homie Quan - Pablo lyrics

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**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 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