Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan - Stop Breathing lyrics

rate me

Block busters bitch

Hook:

So much money that I block count and got mad

All the hundreds and the tigers of my past

I gotta provide for my family

So tell em mine the business

Don’t worry ‘bout her feelings

But I’m serious when I say we getting so much money

Spend like 80.000 on clothes

And I ain’t front em, talking this your girl alone

You know the hater don’t ease

What’s wrong with this people?

Girl going you easy, for no reason

I won’t stop going hard till I stop breathin’.

Please, show me the role and I’ll take you back

so I’m holding to my fashion blue,

Ask me, I walk personal if I hate you

no sleep, same as ..let it ..

I made you when I dated you,

you would place me with your friend

Won’t play with you like table fool,

make a major move in that benz

Ok we gonna be straight I guess it’s .. my momma got that set

All right to do and just pay away and my homies got my thing,

And they here for me and no rehearse

I’m still losin’ that chill from me,

You still .. that still something

Everybody gotta feel comfort ,

My eyes real like ..

[Hook:]

Gotta say my prayer and I wait them all

My .. and their baby ballin’

Now preach, got more verse than 80 bottles girls on snitch

Better call you now .. no stand round

my young homie they ten write

I’m on the verse they send the deposit

And keep the secret like you been in the closet

Better pay attention people

And I ain’t gotta lie and I ain’t gonna try to let my money take your girl

And no people went lying when they say money makes the world

Go round and round like the Mary go

I’m looking high I’m sitting down on my pedestal

I’ma lead us when I see for like a telescope

When I cover it was like oh my god ..

Hook:

So much money that I block count and got mad

All the hundreds and the tigers of my past

I gotta provide for my family

So tell em mine the business

Don’t worry ‘bout her feelings

But I’m serious when I say we getting so much money

Spend like 80.000 on clothes

And I ain’t front em, talking this your girl alone

You know the hater don’t ease

What’s wrong with this people?

Girl going you easy, for no reason

I won’t stop going hard till I stop breathin’.

I won’t stop going hard till I stop breathin’.

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