Young Dolph – Paranoid

Izze The Producer
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I gave her a job at my traphouse sackin’ up P’s (trap)
(hah) The way I put this shit on me, they be like how do he do it?
I hope those folks don’t come and get us
Now I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat
These diamonds they hit every time I move, don’t it, uh, uh
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
[Intro]
I got so high I’m goin’ the wrong way on the fuckin’ one way
Talkin’ ass bitch (shut up)

Don’t you bring that bitch ’round me my nigga, ’cause you might lose her (yeah)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
[Chorus]
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
Patek Philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
[Verse 1]
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)

I’m tripple blessed, so today I’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
Yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Nah I don’t like that nigga (fuck ’em)
You can’t eat with me if you ain’t hungry (nah)
I might stop pimpin’ one day (yeah)
So I fucked his sister (yeah yeah)
I got the bitch off the runway (yup)
I used to go to sleep hungry, didn’t have shit to eat (remember that?)

I cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah)
And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (shit)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (thank you God)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet (swag)
Ayy fire that weed up man, ayy
The feds in the hood (whoa)
[Verse 2]
I spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and fuck to my music (yeah)
I might stop sippin’ one day (damn)
I’m throwin’ money on Monday (yup)
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)

[Chorus]
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)

Yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie, ah
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
Yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
Go and get a sack young nigga, and be all you can be (uh-huh)
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
Pull out my garage in some shit you drive on Need for Speed (yeah yeah)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
Boy you know I’m about gunplay (yup)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
I keep some shit up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money (know that)