Paranoid

Yeah, yeah (Yup)

Yeah (Yup) yeah (Yup)

Yeah (Yup) yeah (Yup)

Yeah (Yup) yeah (Yup)

Yeah (Yup) yeah, yeah

Ay, fire that weed up, man, ay

Money on the floor (Floor)

Chopper by the door (Whoa)

I smoke too much weed

It's reeking out my pores (Strong)

Little bitty waist (Woo)

But, she got ass galore

I just count a hunnid K

And spent it all 'cause I got bored (Fuck it)

Smashin' from the back

Her face on the headboard

She graduated with masters

But, I treat her like a whore (It's Dolph)

Sold a lotta dope

I do it for the dope boys (For real)

The Feds in the hood

That shit got me paranoid (Whoa)

The Feds in the hood (Damn)

And I heard they taking pictures

Let me knock on wood (Shit)

I hope them folks don't come and get us

Talkin' ass bitch (Shut up)

I cut her off, didn't need no scissors (Naw)

Naw, I don't like that **** (Fuck him)

So, I fucked his sister (Yeah-yeah)

I'm triple blessed, so today I'm rockin' a Jesus piece (Yeah-yeah)

Pull out my garage in some shit you drive on Need For Speed

I gave her a job at my trap house sackin' up P's (Trap)

Fur across my back, Balenciaga's on my feet (Swag)

Go and get a sack, young ****, and be all you can be (Uh-huh)

I spent two hunnid stacks on a coupe with two seats (Uh-huh)

I used to go to sleep hungry, didn't have shit to eat (Remember that?)

Now, I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat

Money on the floor (Floor)

Chopper by the door (Whoa)

I smoke too much weed

It's reeking out my pores (Strong)

Little bitty waist (Woo)

But, she got ass galore

I just count a hunnid K

And spent it all 'cause I got bored (Fuck it)

Smashin' from the back

Her face on the headboard

She graduated with masters

But, I treat her like a whore (It's Dolph)

Sold a lotta dope

I do it for the dope boys (For real)

The Feds in the hood

That shit got me paranoid (Whoa)

Patek Phillippe with residue on it (Uh, yeah-yeah)

These diamonds, they hit every time I move, don't it? (Uh-uh)

You can't eat with me if you ain't hungry (Naw)

I keep some shit up my sleeve

And it always got something to do with money (Know that)

I'm throwin' money on Monday (Yup)

I got the bitch off the runway (Yup)

Boy, you know I'm about gunplay (Yup)

Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (Thank you, God)

I might start pimpin' one day (Yup)

I might start sippin' one day (Damn)

I got so high, I'm goin' the wrong way on the fuckin' one way

The way I put this shit on me, they be like, How do he do it?

Don't you bring that bitch 'round me, my ****

'Cause you might lose her (Yeah)

She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and fuck to my music (Yeah)

Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie (Ahh)

Money on the floor (Floor)

Chopper by the door (Whoa)

I smoke too much weed

It's reeking out my pores (Strong)

Little bitty waist (Woo)

But, she got ass galore

I just count a hunnid K

And spent it all 'cause I got bored (Fuck it)

Smashin' from the back

Her face on the headboard

She graduated with masters

But, I treat her like a whore (It's Dolph)

Sold a lotta dope

I do it for the dope boys (For real)

The Feds in the hood

This shit got me paranoid (Whoa)