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letra de treadmill - don trip

[intro: kendrick p.]
uh (red on the beat)

[chorus: kendrick p. & don trip]
’til my days end, i’m runnin’ up these digits (run it up)
these n-ggas know they ain’t f-ckin’ with us (run it up)
gettin’ racks back to back, no tennis (yeah, run it up)
no track, but we always run sh-t up (run it up, run it up)
run sh-t up (run it up)
it ain’t no fun with no funds, so you run up them hundreds (yeah, run it up)
run sh-t up (run it up)
it ain’t no fun with no funds, so run up them hundreds (oh, yeah)

[verse 1: don trip & kendrick p.]
you know what you got with me
tell me, where do you think you belong if it’s not with me?
you can close your eyes, spin the globe, and pick a spot to eat
wherever, whenever, land and take a shopping spree
man of my word if you ever needed proof
roses comin’ red, tiffany in blue
we on a different channel, that’s chanel head to boot
i can’t wait to peel your secrets off and find your hidden truth
now show me somethin’ new (uh)

[verse 2: kendrick p.]
see, i’m really rich (yeah)
shawty thick, i think that i could be a nice fit (oh, for sure, for sure)
this rollie on my wrist (yeah)
a glimpse to show you how different my time spent (yeah)
i get dough, that’s for sure and they know that (you know)
my dogs pop out all black, it’s a kodak moment
since a jit, i knew i was one and only, just waited on my moment (just waited on my moment)
[chorus: kendrick p.]
’til my days end, i’m runnin’ up these digits (run it up)
these n-ggas know they ain’t f-ckin’ with us (run it up)
gettin’ racks back to back, no tennis (yeah, run it up)
no track, but we always run sh-t up (run it up, run it up)
run sh-t up (run it up)
it ain’t no fun with no funds, so you run up them hundreds (yeah, run it up)
run sh-t up (run it up)
it ain’t no fun with no funds, so run up them hundreds (yeah)

[verse 3: don trip]
everybody watchin’, baby, ready, set, showtime
know i’m goin’ in like i’m standin’ on the goal line
pose for the camera, baby, know you ain’t camera-shy
i can bring it all to life, you ain’t gotta fantasize, seein’ is believin’

[verse 4: kendrick p.]
uh, uh, you ain’t get it, now you peep the vision
you a hater, now you watch a n-gga gettin’ richer
diamonds on my neck, they shine like glove on mike, no glitter
no, i’m not f-ckin’ with you (yeah)

[chorus: kendrick p.]
’til my days end, i’m runnin’ up these digits (run it up)
these n-ggas know they ain’t f-ckin’ with us (run it up)
gettin’ racks back to back, no tennis (yeah, run it up)
no track, but we always run sh-t up (run it up, run it up)
run sh-t up (run it up)
it ain’t no fun with no funds, so you run up them hundreds (yeah, oh, run it up)
run sh-t up (run it up, yeah)
it ain’t no fun with no funds, so you run up them hundreds (yeah, run it up)

- don trip

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