Young Dolph - Paranoid lyrics

(Izze The Producer)
Yeah, yeah (Yup) , yeah (Yup) , yeah (Yup)
Yeah (Yup) , yeah (Yup) , yeah (Yup) , yeah (Yup)
Yeah (Yup) , yeah, yeah
Ayy, fire that weed up, man
(Honorary Member) , ayy

Money on the floor
(Floor) , chopper by the door (Woah)
I smoke too much weed
It's reekin' out my pores (Strong)
Little bitty waist
(Woo) , but she got ass galore
I just counted a hundred 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 lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys
(For real) the feds in the hood
This shit got me paranoid (Woah)

The feds in the hood (Damn)
And I heard they takin' 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 (Nah)
Nah, I don't like that nigga (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 (yeah, yeah)
I gave her a job at
My traphouse sackin' up P's (Trap)
Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet
(Swag) go and get a sack, young nigga
And be all you can be (Uh, huh)
I spent two hundred 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 (Woah)
I smoke too much weed
It's reekin' out my pores (Strong)
Little bitty waist
(Woo) , but she got ass galore
I just counted a hundred 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 lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys
(For real) the feds in the hood
This shit got me paranoid (Woah)

Patek Philippe 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
(Nah) i keep some shit up my sleeve and it
Always got somethin' 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 stop pimpin' one day (yeah)
I might stop 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?" (Hah)
Don't you bring that bitch
'round me, my nigga
'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, ah

Money on the floor
(Floor) , chopper by the door (Woah)
I smoke too much weed
It's reekin' out my pores (Strong)
Little bitty waist
(Woo) , but she got ass galore
I just counted a hundred 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 lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys
(For real) the feds in the hood
This shit got me paranoid (Woah)