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letra de treadmill - rich homie quan

[intro]
yea rich homie
quan n-gga
i bet right now, you probably wonder what the f-ck this is
rich homie workout music
know what i’m talking about?

[verse 1]
i’m in the benz first like i’m ‘posed to
don’t approach me n-gga i don’t know you, a
pull up on them in the 442
and gotta 35 rack and it old school
got a fetish for the cars and the paper
and i gotta fetish for the broad but i don’t chase her
i love how i was broke [?]
worth about 2 mill on the come up you can rate them
money over b-tches even though i love ladies
if a n-gga want a verse then a n-gga gotta pay me
i came from nothing n-gga now i’m in a hardwood floor by the lake (east atlanta)
i remember not smoking now a n-gga hitting wax outta vapors (all that weed)
it don’t matter how much money i got if you owe me n-gga better pay up
top down in a z28 now my car look like a sp-ceship
h-ll no i don’t like these b-tches, can’t wife these b-tches ain’t made up
and i don’t want ice cream till i get my cake up
that b-tch n-gga sh-t don’t phase her
turn this motherf-cker up so loud i wake my neighbors
get on my line n-gga i’m like a line n-gga
like a razor, no motorola, getting faded
i’m in oklahoma and i’m tasting
that paper
i need a towel because i’m tired as h-ll on that

[hook]
treadmills i’m runnin’ to it
treadmills i’m runnin’ to it
treadmills i’m runnin’ to it
on that treadmill i’m running to that paper
you get tired as h-ll when you running for that paper
i need a towel homie i’m swimming from it
treadmill i been running
treadmill i been running
treadmill i been running
treadmill i been running
i been running for that paper
i’m tired of that

[verse 2]
we back in so we slippin ‘out
got a 20 homie and my pistol c-cked
put 30k on this simple wave
big booty b-tch with them dimples babe
gotta motel 6 i’m pimping that
and a penthouse suite i don’t live in that
got the same white [?] on the diddy got
can’t love these b-tches thats what this about
can’t trust these n-ggas gotta switch it up
i’m in public walking with a [?] cup
i got forklift bullets that will lift you up
middle finger motherf-cker i don’t give a f-ck
i run into that paper all day
i run into that paper all day
i’m gone sniff and scratch my money long ways
i’ll be re-up it won’t take me all day
run up on me n-gga attack and k!ll
for that money n-gga i go track and field
like an action figure boy you know you fake as f-ck
you taking picture the likes of these b-tches
who the f-ck you take me for?
all these homies who want money
i swear i can’t make this up
i like my money faces up
working out i been shaping up on them

[hook]

- rich homie quan

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