歌手:Pouya
专辑:《The South Got Something to Say》

作词 : Christopher Rockwell/Michele Scatamacchia/Kevin Pouya
作曲 : Christopher Rockwell/Michele Scatamacchia/Kevin Pouya
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