Run It Down

作词:Kevin Pouya,Michele Scatamacchia,Christopher Rockwell

作曲:Kevin Pouya,Michele Scatamacchia,Christopher Rockwell

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

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 .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 got an 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

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 hit the run-around

I read your mind, but I didn't mind, that you wanna minimize

My inner prize and **** my bag up

Backed up with the thoughts in my mind

When are we see 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 ******* 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

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