Pablo - Rich Homie Quan

I save my money

First class I flew

I could’ve bought a jet

But I bought a coupe

Red carpet with a model bitch

You on the red carpet with a prostitute

Red target on a fuck nigga 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

Bass in the trunk, turn up my music

Bass 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 fuckin' 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 niggas feel

you

‘Cause I got bread by the motherfuckin' loaf

Shorty give head on the motherfuckin' low

Shorty she was scared so I kept it on the low

I had to get some head from my motherfuckin' folks

And she didn’t tell nobody, I stuck it in her motherfuckin' throat

That pussy 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 talking 'bout nachos

I feel like Pablo ‘cause I do this shit for my muchachos

I’m a walking lick, I know these niggas 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 niggas

No homo, put him in the birthday suit

Take the drawers off that nigga

Hold up, wait, he the type of nigga talk to twelve

Yeah, and call on me nigga

He ain’t even blood to me, he lame to me

I got a baby mama, motherfucker suckin' me

On the low low, you feel me?

Fuck her on the floor beside her children

He don’t know even when she trippin'

Pablo money, sixty million

They don’t like she fuck with a nigga like me, you feel me?

Who the fuck put the red dot on me?

Now they all on my tail, but guess what?

I ain’t pulling over, nigga I ain’t pulling over, nigga I ain’t pulling over

I ain’t pulling over, nigga I ain’t pulling over, nigga I ain’t pulling over

My dad’s 100, plus another fuckin' hunnid, ain’t no sense in pulling over

Gotta always adapt, it don’t matter where you at, gotta make them niggas 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 shit for my muchachos

I’m a walking lick, I know these niggas 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