Run It Down lyrics

[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 f*ck 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 b*tches 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