Rich Homie Quan - Stop Breathing (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Rich Homie Quan - Stop Breathing (Lyrics - Paroles)

Rich Homie Quan - Stop Breathing (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Hook)

So much money, that I lost count and got mad

All these hundreds sitting in the pockets of my pants

I gotta provide for my family so, tell em mind they business

Don't worry about how Im feelin', but Im serious when I say we gettin so much money

Spent like 80 thousand on clothes

And I ain't frontin, I'm talkin this year alone

Now they hatin I'm beastin

Fuck wrong with these people?

Turned on you easy for no reason

I won't stop going hard til I stop breathing
(Verse)

Please, show me the road, and I'll take you

Can't breathe,

So I hold my nose til my face blue, ask me

(Don't ask me shit)

How I'm pposed to know if I hate you? No sleep

The same outfit, that's the lame you datin too

I made you and I dated you and you replaced it wit yo friend

Wanna play wit you like table food, makin major moves in that Benz

Okay! We gon be straight, I guess it's safe to say my mama got that sack

All I had to do was just pave the way cus my homies got my back

And they here for me, no ill hustlin

If I'm still losin they'll cheer for me

You steal from me, they'll kill something

Everybody got bills comin

My eyes red like Cyclops

And I got…
(Hook)

So much money, that I lost count and got mad

All these hundreds sitting in the pockets of my pants

I gotta provide for my family so, tell em mind they business

Don't worry about how Im feelin', but Im serious when I say we gettin so much money

Spent like 80 thousand on clothes

And I ain't frontin, I'm talkin this year alone

Now they hatin I'm beastin

Fuck wrong with these people?

Turned on you easy for no reason

I won't stop going hard til I stop breathing
(Verse)

Gotta say my prayer, might not wake them all so I keep

My medicine in that baby bottle, now preach

Got more verses than 80 bibles cus I'm sneakin

Gotta close yo mouth while yo still round me

No stand down like young homie they televising

Wrong verses, better send a deposit

You keep a seat just like you been in a closet

(Better pay attention)

I ain't gotta lie, man, gon try to let my money take yo girl

And those people were lyin when they said money makes the world

Go round and round like a merry go

I'm getting high but I'm sittin down on my pedestal

I'm a leader, that's what I tell them folks

And I see far like a telescope

When I talk back they was like oh my God!

I got…
(Hook)

So much money, that I lost count and got mad

All these hundreds sitting in the pockets of my pants

I gotta provide for my family so, tell em mind they business

Don't worry about how Im feelin', but Im serious when I say we gettin so much money

Spent like 80 thousand on clothes

And I ain't frontin, I'm talkin this year alone

Now they hatin I'm beastin

Fuck wrong with these people?

Turned on you easy for no reason

I won't stop going hard til I stop breathing
I won't stop going hard til I stop breathing

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