Wiz Khalifa - Gettin' It lyrics

Yeeeaah uh huh
It's Mr 412
I feel good, I feel great, tahahaha yeeeaah
Money good, everything movin' tahaha
Why would I be mad yeeaaah

Come and guess who bidd-ack
Your favorite young kidd-ack
Niggas gon' hate but still
The paper gon' stidd-ack i live that
The life you little pricks wish to get at
Tryna get a name not the one to come spit at
They say I'm doin' my thing like
No one ever did it
Actually made a name in this hatin' ass city
That's why at every show
You see me Pittsburgh Diddy
Hoppin' on the road I
Bring Pittsburgh with me
My Pittsburgh tat match my Pittsburgh fitted
I'm so oh so Pittsburgh if you don't get it
My real niggas what up
Know a man never fall splat
If you down bounce back like a sit up
That money gotta get up
So why would I waste time
Get cake from my bars now so
Why would I waste lines
I'm like dark in the daytime
Something you can't find
He young with a great mind

I'm all about stackin' money
(stackin' money) , blowin' it (blowin' it)
Gettin' love
(gettin' love) , showin' it (showin' it)
Got ray
(got ray) , roll it then (Roll it then)
Dead Presidents, we foldin' them
I'm talkin' bout hustlin'
(hustlin') , shinin' (shinin')
Strugglin' (Strugglin') grindin' (yeah we grindin', man)
Don't talk till you livin' it (livin' it)
Gettin' it
(Gettin' it) , Gettin' it (Gettin' it)

And everybody knidd-ow, the boy got flidd-ow
Might be alright but can't
Fuck with Young Wizzle
Mr 41, I'm Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back stay what's
Up I'm actin little
Blunts of that ray got my eyes all little
You know how I get down
Middle finger up and that
Pittsburgh shit down
Yeah, it's going didd-own
Now he got 'em all excited
They recitin' what I spit out
Stone-cold hustler, I'mma get mines nidd-ow
While y'all niggas sit out, doin' what
I don't know i'm somewhere on the road and
Putting my next shit out
5 alarm blaze, flame can't be put out
Addicted to getting paid
Change can't be without
Niggas try to switch into my
Lane then spin out
It's all me from here out, no doubt

I'm all about stackin' money
(stackin' money) , blowin' it (blowin' it)
Gettin' love
(gettin' love) , showin' it (showin' it)
Got ray
(got ray) , roll it then (Roll it then)
Dead Presidents, we foldin' them
I'm talkin' bout hustlin'
(hustlin') , shinin' (shinin')
Strugglin' (Strugglin') grindin' (yeah we grindin', man)
Don't talk till you livin' it (livin' it)
Gettin' it
(Gettin' it) , Gettin' it (Gettin' it)

Yeah yeah
You already know what the fuck it is, man
If you a real nigga
I ain't even got to say nothing
If you a fake nigga
I might have to explain it to you but
I ain't got time to do that
Ya dug? I'm getting to the money, yeah
412, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
It's the Prince