Gettin Up - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)

Yeah

It's young khalifa

Mr look-the-f**k-up

All that

Feelin' real good about life

Got a drink poured

Blunt lit

Let's go

Excuse me

My jeans levi

My shoes is gucci

Hoes like who he

On a paper chase

Don't waste my loose leaf

A ni**a paying bills

Lighting l's on the beach

But I still move

With the goons on a loose leash

Some call it weird

Hoes call it unique

Swag like I just stepped out a boutique

And I spit like a got a mouth full of loose teeth

Closet full of new sneaks

That I'll probably never wear

I'm in that president suite

Bad b**ch

And if them niggas ain't me

Average

I treat a beat like canvas

Bob ross on a song

Paint it perfect

Ever run out of w**d

I'll throw a purp fit

I keep the army at ease

Cause y'all ain't worth it

Been considered hipster

Cause my shirts fit

The way your b**ch hit my chirp

Make a hip hurt

Young ni**a ridin' that wave

Picture me surfin'

Ot probably see me in your circuit

Same niggas hate the same ones on my first sh*t

Now that's irony

Hoes wanna frequent me

Flow wrinkle free

No iron needed

I'm on a level y'all dyin' to be at

Or somewhere you gotta fly to be at

You know leto's home

So we spendin' up the grands

On the sand gettin' blowed

Four or five freaks at least

New in my phone

Give you my address

Gps to my home

I party like I own stocks

Smoke blunts with ceo's

Who own they own yachts

Chillin' with bad hoes

Who pour they own shots

And pop pills

While I approve million dollar deals

Niggas in a frenzy

City cops on my heels

But I'm too rich to give a f**k

Besides hate the money gettin' up

The money the money the money gettin' up

The money gettin up the money gettin up

The money the money the money gettin' uuuupppp

The money gettin' up ahahahahhaa

The money gettin' up

Yeah b**ch

Taylor gang or kill yourself man

Look in the mirror shoot the first thing you see

Yeah that's not me that's you

B**ch