Young Dolph - Paranoid lyrics

[Intro] 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, ayy [Chorus] Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa) I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong) Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got a** galore I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (f** it) Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard She graduated with masters but I treat her like a who*e (it’s Dolph) Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real) The feds in the hood, this sh** got me paranoid (whoa) [Verse 1] The feds in the hood (whoa) And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (sh**) I hope those folks don’t come and get us Talkin’ a** b**h (shut up) I cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah) Nah I don’t like that n***a (f** ’em) So I f**ed his sister (yeah yeah) I’m tripple blessed, so today I’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah) Pull out my garage in some sh** 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 n***a, 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 sh** to eat (remember that?) Now I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat [Chorus] Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa) I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong) Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got a** galore I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (f** it) Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard She graduated with masters but I treat her like a who*e (it’s Dolph) Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real) The feds in the hood, this sh** got me paranoid (whoa) [Verse 2] 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 sh** up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money (know that) I’m throwin’ money on Monday (yup) I got the b**h 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 f**in’ one way The way I put this sh** on me, they be like how do he do it? (hah) Don’t you bring that b**h ’round me my n***a, ’cause you might lose her (yeah) She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and f** to my music (yeah) Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie, ah [Chorus] Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa) I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong) Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got a** galore I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (f** it) Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard She graduated with masters but I treat her like a who*e (it’s Dolph) Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real) The feds in the hood, this sh** got me paranoid (whoa)