Real Money DJ Paul (Ft. Beanie Sigel)

[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 'em in his fuckin' guts)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
(Paul with da .45, shoot 'em 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