[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 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
[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 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 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 rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
