Pouya - Run It Down

[Intro: André 3000] But it's like this, though I'm tired of folks, you know I'm sayin'? Them close minded folks, you know I'm sayin'? It's like we got a demo tape, but don't nobody wanna hear it But it’s like this, the South got something to say That’s all I got to say [Chorus: Rocci] Got your money, got your paper We can run it down tonight Ooh, everybody else a hater I don't give a damn, you're right Got your money, got your paper We can run it down tonight Ooh, everybody else a hater I don't give a damn, you're right [Verse 1: Pouya] I need four forty-fives and a MAC by my side When I go out of town and I roll them dice You, you went by the Pittsburgh So I gotta intern, hopin' that the test go right I've been tossin' and turnin', knowin' that you perfect Baby, you've been on my mind Now I'm all alone with a cracked iPhone Sittin' down sideways, stayin' up all night So I gotta fill a void, now I'm back in a Porsche Mikey tellin' me to slow down Hands in the field, now I'm back in the show Damn mic in my hand, guess I'm back in a showdown, yeah Backend, hit it, sold out, did it Guess I'm back on the road, gotta tend to business Came a long way from pickin' up plates, gettin' no tips Havin' to mop and wash dishes [Chorus: Rocci] Got your money, got your paper We can run it down tonight Ooh, everybody else a hater I don't give a damn, you're right Got your money, got your paper We can run it down tonight Ooh, everybody else a hater I don't give a damn, you're right [Verse 2: Pouya] Simmer down, it's summer now Baby, I don't really wanna hear the run-around I read your mind, but I didn't mind that you wanna minimize My enterprise and fuck my bag up, back up Backed up with the thoughts in my mind When are we seeing this wedding ring? Will you become a better man? When will you swallow the medicine? Swallow your pride for my ego I need a guy that hide his emotions like Tony Soprano See fifteen therapists, really, it's really embarrassing None of them bitches have bettered me My temperament still out of whack But at least my paper's still intact I got two full bags in the backseat And four real homies that'll back me, yeah [Chorus: Rocci] Got your money, got your paper We can run it down tonight Ooh, everybody else a hater I don't give a damn, you're right Got your money, got your paper We can run it down tonight Ooh, everybody else a hater I don't give a damn, you're right