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Run It Down by Pouya


[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 f**k 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 b**ches 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



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