Still Getting It - N.O.R.E., Fat Joe, Jadakiss

«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?