(Intro – The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey)
Paranoid, Paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
But I see something in you, you’re paranoid
Paranoid, Paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
But I see something in you
I see something in you
(Verse)
You mighta heard about Keisha but I had other bi**hes
My bad, I meant other women a few even cuddled with them
I ain’t gon lie bout s**t, I’m a real ni**a
First things first, I never lie on my date
If the 4 train wasn’t working, f**k it ride on the 6
Not the same, it’s Dirt Gang you getting high with a crip
Presidential s**t like the 90’s, ordered bottles of Cris
I be quiet, my diamonds talking come say hi to my wrist
I’m proud of this s**t, bipolar won’t say hi to a chick
Rolling sour on private jets, just for the pilot to hit
Coulda been f**king you for years, I won’t acknowledge that s**t
They ask me to model and s**t they say I’m cocky, I’m rich
Before I got on my feet I was getting topped in my Jeep
I signed a deal and copped a Rover, now I got room to bent em over
I don’t know her name but got nothing but socks on my feet
S**t, I ain’t stressing we both naked plus the Glock by the sheets
They say I’m heating up like May June
Can’t even respond to these s**kers, I be on Shade Room
Percocets, I’ma take two
Even if you show em nothing but love, they’ll hate you
The ones that used to curve they wanna s**k me, they get facials
Had ten bad hoes at the telly, so we book eight rooms
Spread em out on the same on the floor
What you think I brought gang for?
If you ain’t tryna give up no action, then what you came for
You know it’s other women tryna f**k me on the same tour
Pistol on me, this ain’t war
You super cuffing hoes will take their cape off
I’m bout to make a porno at the Aloft
Body after body, I be tryna take a day off
Tryna say what that mouth bout, she keep talking bout weight loss
The f**k is flat tummy tea?
I’m horny like I’m fresh out off of a one of a three
I know a hood, my gun on me
I told Rowdy something about me cause they in love with meg
He told me Shmurda dance in that pu**y don’t do no cuddling
Monday that’s Alexis day
Tuesday f**k with Ashley but she don’t drive and when she catch a Uber, she gon never pay
Wednesday, I got me some head that made me smile different
In traffic, I’m on Karrueche page liking mad pictures
Get low in my Beamer, now they asking me s**t bout Trina
If it wasn’t for Instagram y’all wouldn’t never seen her
Now I’m picking YSL and Versace up out the cleaners
I’m just looking for the best head ever, I need a genius
(Outro – The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey)
Got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don’t even know her name
Bi**hes in my new spot, crowding up my space
Had to check the safe, check the dresser for my chains
Got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don’t even know her name
Bi**hes in my new spot, crowding up my space
Had to check the safe, check the dresser for my chains
Paranoid, Paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
But I see something in you, you’re paranoid
Paranoid, Paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
Paranoid, P-paranoid
But I see something in you
I see something in you
