Pablo
Rich Homie Quan Lyrics


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Yeah, true story, so listen

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Pablo" by Rich Homie Quan is a tale of triumphant money-making, dangerous living, and a quick-witted, bullet-dodging, high speed chase. The first verse describes Rich Homie Quan's success in saving money, affording first class flights, but holding back from purchasing a private jet in favor of a luxurious coupe. He flaunts his lavish lifestyle with a model on his arm, dissing those who would keep company with prostitutes. However, he also suggests a willingness to let others do his dirty work, putting a target on his enemies' heads and leaving their bodies to be lost in the woods. When he hears the police sirens, he turns up the bass and decides to risk it all by engaging in a high-speed chase, summoning his inner Pablo Escobar. As the chase continues, he showcases his improvisational skills by swallowing his stash of drugs and navigating tricky situations to keep his cool.


The chorus repeats the idea that Rich Homie Quan feels like Pablo Escobar himself, with a relentless drive to succeed and protect his own, as evidenced by his refusal to pull over for the cops. The second verse expands on the image of danger and threats, with references to El Chapo and the knowledge that others are plotting against him. Rich Homie Quan raps about questionable personal choices, including cheating with a baby mama and having sex on the floor beside her children. He also boasts about his money-making abilities and his willingness to fight for his success.


Overall, "Pablo" is a song that celebrates money, power, and risk-taking. It showcases Rich Homie Quan's bravado and skill in navigating dangerous situations, while also revealing a darker side to his personality.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, true story, so listen
The singer is introducing the story he's about to tell and asking the listener to pay attention.


I save my money
The singer is responsible with his finances and doesn't spend all his money on frivolous things.


First class I flew
The singer enjoys luxury and is willing to spend money on himself.


I could've bought a jet
The singer has enough money to buy a private plane but didn't choose to do so.


But I bought a coupe
Instead, the singer bought a car that is still luxurious but not as expensive as a private plane.


Red carpet with a model bitch
The singer is rich and famous enough to be on a red carpet with an attractive woman who is likely a model.


You on the red carpet with a prostitute
The singer assumes that the listener is not as successful as he is, and the listener's date on the red carpet is a prostitute, not a model.


Red target on a fuck nigga head
The singer is angry at someone and wants to harm them in some way.


I don't shoot if somebody'll do it
The singer won't harm someone if he can get someone else to do it for him.


It's a dead target [?] dead man
The person the singer wants to harm is as good as dead to him already.


Put him in the woods, throw him away and lose it
The singer wants to dispose of the person he wants to harm in a way that no one will find him.


Up in a hot box, heard the cop behind me
The singer is driving recklessly and the police are trying to stop him.


Gotta get away, and we gotta lose him
The singer and whoever is with him need to escape the police chase and not get caught.


Bass in the trunk, turn up my music
The singer is trying to distract himself from the situation by turning up the volume of his music.


Bass in the trunk, talking 'bout that toolie
The singer has a gun in his car and is prepared to use it if necessary.


Hold up, wait, slow it down
The singer is telling whoever is with him to calm down and not panic.


I just seen twelve, turn around
The singer just saw a police car and is trying to avoid getting caught.


I roll the window down
The singer is rolling down the car window for some reason, possibly to speak to someone outside.


It don't matter, we been burnin' it down, all day, all day
The singer has been smoking marijuana throughout the day and doesn't care if the police catch him.


(Woo woo) That's the sound we heard
The singer and whoever is with him heard a siren, possibly from a police car.


I ain't pulling over, took 'em on a high speed chase
The singer is refusing to stop for the police and is driving away quickly.


My dad's 100, plus another fuckin' hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over
The singer has a lot of money and doesn't want to risk getting caught by the police.


Had to swallow my pack, I ain't put it in my crack when I seen 'em in my rear view
The singer had drugs with him but had to swallow them when he saw the police in his car's rearview mirror to avoid being caught.


Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them niggas feel you
The singer is saying that it's important to always adapt to new situations and make an impact on those around you wherever you are.


'Cause I got bread by the motherfuckin' loaf
The singer has a lot of money.


Shorty give head on the motherfuckin' low
The singer has a woman who performs oral sex on him secretly.


Shorty she was scared so I kept it on the low
The woman performing oral sex on the singer is afraid of getting caught and so is keeping it a secret.


I had to get some head from my motherfuckin' folks
The singer's family members are helping him out in some way, possibly by covering up his illegal activities.


And she didn't tell nobody, I stuck it in her motherfuckin' throat
The woman performing oral sex on the singer didn't tell anyone about it and he is bragging about how deep in her throat he was able to go.


That pussy smell like water, mm, mm, good
The singer had sex with someone and enjoyed it very much.


I told my cousin, Gustavo
The singer is telling someone in his family about a business deal he made.


Put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho
The singer has a lot of money and is giving some of it to his mother to keep.


Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain't talking 'bout nachos
The singer is referring to a specific type of money ('cheese') from Colombia, not the Mexican food nachos.


I feel like Pablo 'cause I do this shit for my muchachos
The singer feels like the drug lord Pablo Escobar because he is providing for the people close to him, just like Escobar would do for his trusted associates.


I'm a walking lick, I know these niggas plottin' on me
The singer knows that people are trying to take advantage of him and rob him because of his wealth.


No disrespect but I got these El Chapo's on me
The singer has bodyguards or associates who are like the famous drug lord El Chapo in terms of their willingness to protect him.


I hope you ready for war
The singer is telling anyone who wants to harm him that he is prepared to fight back.


Running the road down
The singer is driving recklessly and fast.


Shooting at all of these niggas
The singer is shooting at people who are trying to harm him or rob him.


No homo, put him in the birthday suit
The singer is saying that he killed someone and removed their clothing, but he's not making a reference to their sexuality.


Take the drawers off that nigga
The singer is removing the underwear of someone he killed or defeated, possibly as a humiliation tactic.


Hold up, wait, he the type of nigga talk to twelve
The singer is describing someone who is likely to talk to the police if caught doing something illegal.


Yeah, and call on me nigga
The person the singer just described would also likely give information to the police about the singer if given the chance.


He ain't even blood to me, he lame to me
The singer doesn't consider the person he just described to be an important part of his life, and thinks they are not worth his time.


I got a baby mama, motherfucker suckin' me
The singer has a child with someone and she performs oral sex on him regularly.


On the low low, you feel me?
The singer is keeping his relationship with his baby mama a secret and is checking if the listener understands that.


Fuck her on the floor beside her children
The singer is having sex with his baby mama while her children are in the same room or place, which is inappropriate behavior.


He don't know even when she trippin'
The person the singer just described is not aware of his inappropriate behavior with his baby mama.


Pablo money, sixty million
The singer has a lot of money, like the drug lord Pablo Escobar did.


They don't like she fuck with a nigga like me, you feel me?
The people judging the singer's relationship with his baby mama don't think he's a good match for her.


Who the fuck put the red dot on me?
The singer is angry and afraid because he thinks someone is aiming a laser sight at him, possibly as a threat.


Now they all on my tail, but guess what?
The police or someone else is chasing the singer and he is about to reveal his plan to escape.


I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over
The singer is determined not to stop for the police and is repeating this to emphasize his point.


My dad's 100, plus another fuckin' hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over
The fact that the singer has a lot of money makes him more willing to take risks like avoiding the police.


Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them niggas feel you
The earlier line is repeated here to remind the listener that adapting to new situations and making an impact is important to success.


I hope you ready for war
The singer is repeating this line to remind anyone who is trying to harm him that he is prepared to fight back.




Writer(s): DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, LIONEL CARTER

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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
β€˜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

[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 β€˜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

[Verse 2]
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

[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 β€˜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



All comments from YouTube:

Jaylen Spears

This song bring back too many memories 2015 was that yearπŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―

aertysunshine

really nice mixtape
Great job Quan, can't wait for the album

aertysunshine

really nice mixtape
Great job Quan, can't wait for the album

Treyy

2020 still slept on

rell g

HE IS BACK WENT HAM BRA

Foe Ricky

My nigga got barsπŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―

Nunniekatt Richardson

Still jamming my shit 2019 😜😜😜

M. Cortez

"No Disrespect, but I got these El Chapos on me"
-Quan


hella hard haha

Anylah Joens

I love this dog it is just litπŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’‹πŸ’‹β€οΈ

Ashlyn Harding

this my shit 😍😍😍😍

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