Stop breathing Rich Homie Quan

(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…