Lyrics Paranoid - Young Dolph

Paranoid

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 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 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 (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count 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 (whoa)