Yeah, oh, yeahOh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, yeahParanoia, I’m havin’ thoughts in my headI’m at the party, in Cartier, yeahWalk in the club with two strapsWhen I “Woo,” “Woo” backDon’t ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior, oohI told her back off ‘fore I’m ’bout to catch a bodybi**h, this puller ain’t no f**kin’ Miley Cyrus, Kawasaki (Ooh, skrrt)She gon’ ride it like a Harley, ni**as hardly gettin’ money right nowI told this bi**h, “I can’t keep up, most of my thoughts in the clouds” (Ah, ah, ah, yeah)Paranoid, I know some ni**as wanna see me goneJust made twenty mil’, I’m tryna f**kin’ enjoy‘Fore you kick my door down and shoot, that’s my lil’ boy (Yeah)Keep a tool, loose screws, baby (Loose screws)When you “Woo,” I’ma “Woo” back (Yeah, woo, woo)Aim at his head (Why?), put half a mil’ on a case and go to bed, slatt, slatt (Yeah), yeah, yeahParanoia (Slatt), I’m havin’ thoughts in my head (Yeah)I’m at the party in Cartier, yeahWalk in the club with two strapsWhen I “Woo,” “Woo” backDon’t ask who I am, shoot that (Yeah) in my DiorMmm, I gotta be paranoidGrippin’ that FN, you know the streets at warLeadin’ to one thing, make sure you lock the door
They hate that I’m locked in, you gotta watch your door (Watch your door)I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry (Sorry)Cops pull me over ’cause I’m in a ‘Rari (A ‘Rari)Got topped off from lil’ mama ridin’ shotty (Shotty)Man, Woo gon’ shake the room, might catch a body (Body)Real ni**as, we love to party, like everydayI bought that bi**h a Masi’, we two look greatBaby boy in Taraji, I took some mollyFloat like I’m Ali, tryna stay sane (Yeah)Paranoia, I’m havin’ thoughts in my headI’m at the party, in Cartier, yeahWalk in the club with two strapsWhen I “Woo,” “Woo” backDon’t ask who I am, shoot that in my DiorI just did six days in London, paranoiaShoot for the stars, aim for the moonThoughts in my head, know that I’m WooWhen you see me, you know that I’m WooWhen you see me, you know that I’m WooI said paranoia, I got some thoughts in my headI’m at the party, in Cartier, yeahWalk in the club with two strapsWhen I “Woo,” “Woo” backDon’t ask who I am, shoot that in my DiorThat’s the paranoia, oh, the paranoiaI said I’m paranoid, paranoia