Paranoia Lyrics

(No freakin' way)

(Myz. you play too much)

Get the money like rapido

And she gimme that Sloppy-Jo

It was his bitch but he'll never know

She staying solid she'll never fold

I done fell in love wit my son

Paranoid I keep a gun

Percocet makin' me dumb

Hungry for the money? get lunch

We didn't have bread we was eating them crumbs

Don't need your opinions we tellin' them hush

Got her pleading, pleading for lust

I be moving high speed when i'm in a rush

Smoke the green ran off on the plug

I been feelin' wavy I doubled my cup

Double-B I lifted her butt

I had me sum money but it wasn't enough

Got sum money and didn't tell no one

Hadda to get in my birkin' (Hadda get in my birkin')

We not lazy we workin' (We not lazy we workin')

I been grippin' my pole (Grippin my pole)

Cuz he masking me nervous (Cuz he makin' me nervous)

I be talkin' my shit (I be talkin' my shit)

Cuz I know that I earned it (Cuz I know that I earned it)

30 all on my jersey (30 all on my jersey)

When I shoot it like Curry (When I shoot it like Curry)

I done fell in love with my son

Paranoid I keep a gun

Percocet makin' me dumb

Hungry for the money? get lunch

We didn't have bread we was eating them crumbs

I'm goin' up deep in her guts

Pourin' up lean in my cup

Yes, i'm a fiend for them bucks

All of my feelins' are numb

Designer weed got it all in my lungs

Don't need your opinions we tellin' them hush

Got her pleading, pleading for lust

I be moving high speed when i'm in a rush

Smoke the green ran off on the plug I been feelin' wavy I doubled my cup

Double-B I lifted her butt

I had me sum money but it wasn't enough

Got sum money and didn't tell no one

I jump out a foreign they lookin' astonished

Got my eyes low from smokin' exotic

And my lil bro he caught him a body but he stayin' low he cannot speak about it

She tryna eat up my wallet

ZaZa got me feelin' zombie

Nothin' but rich folks around me

Nothin' but choppas around me

Nothin' but choppas around me

Get the money like rapido

And she gimme that Sloppy-Jo

It was his bitch but he'll never know

She staying solid she'll never fold

I done fell in love with my son

Paranoid I keep a gun

Percocet makin' me dumb

Hungry for the money? get lunch

We didn't have bread we was eating them crumbs

(I'm goin' up deep in her guts)

(Pourin' up lean in my cup)

(Yes, i'm a fiend for them bucks)

(All of my feelings are numb)

(Designer weed got it all in my lungs)