Treadmill Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

Yea Rich Homie 

Quan Nigga 

I bet right now, you probably wonder what the fuck this is 

Rich Homie Workout music 

Know what I'm talking about? 

I'm in the Benz first like I'm 'posed to 

Don't approach me nigga 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 bitches even though I love ladies 

If a nigga want a verse then a nigga gotta pay me 

I came from nothing nigga now I'm in a hardwood floor by the lake (East Atlanta) 

I remember not smoking now a nigga hitting wax outta vapors (All that weed) 

It don't matter how much money I got if you owe me nigga better pay up 

Top down in a Z28 now my car look like a spaceship 

Hell no I don't like these bitches, can't wife these bitches ain't made up 

And I don't want ice cream till I get my cake up 

That bitch nigga shit don't phase her 

Turn this motherfucker up so loud I wake my neighbors 

Get on my line nigga I'm like a line nigga 

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 hell on that 

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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 hell 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 

Photos 

We back in so we slippin 'out 

Got a 20 homie and my pistol cocked 

Put 30K on this simple wave 

Big booty bitch 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 bitches thats what this about 

Can't trust these niggas gotta switch it up 

I'm in public walking with a [?] cup 

I got forklift bullets that will lift you up 

Middle finger motherfucker I don't give a fuck 

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 nigga attack and kill 

For that money nigga I go track and field 

Like an action figure boy you know you fake as fuck 

You taking picture the likes of these bitches 

Who the fuck 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 

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 hell 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