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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pouya
Pouya
Vocals
Rocci
Rocci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michele Scatamacchia
Michele Scatamacchia
Composer
Christopher Rex Rockwell
Christopher Rex Rockwell
Composer
Kevin Pouya
Kevin Pouya
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rocci
Rocci
Producer
Mikey the Magician
Mikey the Magician
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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]
I need four .45's and a MAC by my side
When I go outta town, and I roll them dice
You, you went back to 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 cracked iPhone
Sittin' down sideways, stayin' up all night
So I gotta fill a void, now I'm back in a Porsche
My girl 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
[Verse 3]
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 4]
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 fuck my bag up, back up
Backed up with the thoughts in my mind
When are we seein' this wedding ring?
Will you become a better man?
When will you swallow the medicine?
Swallow your pride for my ego
Will lead a guy to hide his emotions like Tony Soprano
Seen fifteen therapists, really, it's really embarrassing
None of them bitches have bettered me
My temperament's still outta whack
But at least my paper's still intact
I got two full bags in the back seat
And four real homies that'll back me, yeah
[Verse 5]
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
Written by: Christopher Rockwell, Michele Scatamacchia, Pouya, Rex Christopher
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