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Pouya – Run It Down Lyrics

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[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’, like we got a demo tape, you know, nobody wanna hear. But it’s like 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 .45’s and a man by my side when I go outta town and I roll them dice
You, you, ain’t ’bout tha 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’ downside ways, stayin’ up all night
So I gotta fill a void, now I’m back in a Porsche
Michael tellin’ me to slow down here
So I fell down back and I showed that mic in my hand
Guess I’m back in a showdown, yuh
Back and hit it, sold out, did it
Guess I’m back on the road, gotta ‘ttend the 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 hit the run-around
I read your mind, but I didn’t mind, that you wanna minimize
My inner prize and fuck my bag 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 leave a girl the hottest emotions like Tony Soprano
See fifteen therapists, really, it’s really embarrassing
None of them bitches have bettered me
My temperament still out of wack
But at least my paper’s still intact
I got two full bags in the backseat
And four real homies that’a back me, yuh

[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