Getting It - Wiz Khalifa

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 live you little pricks wish to get at

Trynna 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

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