Run It Down - Pouya, Rocci

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

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

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

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

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

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