"Off the rip" video shoot Niggas drank a whole bottle of Tiger balm Then went to Sushi Momo Ass shots of patron, that shit is called "death" Swear to God, I died for like 30 seconds Rest in peace my nigga Chinx (hold you down) Haha, you see we still getting money, who? You see we still getting money, uh oh? You see we still getting money, huh? Money on my mind, all I want is bread Niggas wearing wires, can't trust the FEDS I got it if you buy it, that's a 100 bands If I catch your ass lying, kill a 100 men My dealer gotta said it's 2-toned I want a white and yellow, grey poupon The ceiling some where missing cause the roof gone I be shitting on these niggas' where the I respect my O.G.'s, I respect my peers I respect my younger niggas', I'm remembering them years I was feisty just like them, Icy just like them Chip on my shoulder, had a boulder just like them But now, it's Tom Brady style, inflated it Started pushing Europeans, hood really hated it I took the hate serious, I ain't never play with it No security, bigger Guns around the way with it Haha, you see we still getting money, who? You see we still getting money, uh oh? You see we still getting money, huh? Uh, the press game turned real killers into cowards You ain't even worth the trade; Dwight Howard To say we getting money, that's an understatement If you ain't talking millionaires then you under payed them El-Gordo with tons in the Motherfuck the DEA; no Po-Po's If she don't want no money, she just wanna fuck Head bobbing and weaving like it's double dutch A nigga high as fuck trying to die to live And yeah, we're talking extortion's, what you got to give? Go head and reach, you'll get the posterize Never called for the travel, you're just local guys Haha, you see we still getting money, who? You see we still getting money, uh oh? You see we still getting money, huh? Yeah, ayo You hating on the boy, you better fall in line You blowing all your bread, I'm stacking all of mine (facts) Uh, I can still make it rain cash, like changing different schools We ain't in the same class I went from a night box to city bank A smart nigga, my mind sharp, it's 50 shanks Whoa, you fall back, they swear you fell off Until you pull up in that 16, they know you're well off So I slide through with the top down, hand on my cocked-pound Bitches like "you still getting guap now?" Yes, and, I'ma always be the freshest Just in case you niggas missed the message Motherfucka Haha, you see we still getting money, who? You see we still getting money, uh oh? You see we still getting money, huh?