Paranoid Young Dolph

[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 (Honorary Member), ayy

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 1]
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