Real Money

[Intro]
Got the best shit in town, mane
Yeah
They say I was wildin'
Yeah, I was wildin' aight but I was gettin' money
I was gettin' real money

[Refrain: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
DJ Paul KOM, I'm lookin' for backends
Just left the bank and I literally gotta go back in
I'm in that Bentley, bitch, or that Rolls, so you know they hate to see me back in
Yo bitch was cool and her head a fool, cool on her face so I hit from the back end
I got a MAC-10, I'm never lackin' and these little niggas are not in my bracket
I need bands over pussy, send a bag over to me
Birds in the box, box full of birds, bitch, like I'm Sandra Bullock
I was makin' them M's in the M when niggas was sayin' I couldn't
I used to have to go bust down a pound, now I'm bustin' down some jewelry
Yeah
Racks in, I need 'em sooner than later, the bag
Packs in, in a pot like Jambalaya, a batch
She too thick but still, no, I can't wife her
She had facts in, paid in full like Mekhi Phifer, that's facts

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Playa Fly]
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down

[Refrain: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
If you can count it you ain't got it, yeah, I'm talkin' real money
You ain't makin' no deposits, you niggas withdrawin' pill money
I'm talkin' big bill money, that get-ya-killed-money
Ten thousand grams of blue cheese, that Richard Mill money
I'm talkin' I don't see no neighbors paper, stack it like Legos paper
That fly it in from Norman's Cay, that Boston and Diego's paper
That fly it into Vegas paper, high limit table paper
That drop it on the pavement, stop bank, I'll bet I break ya paper
I'm talkin' call the bank and order money, you niggas never saw no money
Connects out in Saudi money, pipeline oil money
Yeah, I'm talkin' pipe down, I get you slaughtered money
I'm talkin' right now you niggas can't afford that money

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Playa Fly]
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
Yeah, they done fucked up 'cause a playa's on the scene
If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down

[Refrain: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot him in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up