Gettin It lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
Come and guess who bidd-ack, your favorite young kidd-ack
n*ggas 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
Boppin' 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 n*ggas 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 up 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
[Hook]
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)

[Verse 2]
And everybody knidd-ow, the boy got flidd-ow
Might be aight but can't f*ck with Young Wizzle
Mr. 4-1-um, Young Blow It by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back, stay with something I can blidd-ow
Blunts of that ray got my eyes all lidd-ow
You know how I get down
Middle finger up and that Pittsburgh sh*t down
Yeah, it's going didd-own
Now he got 'em all excited, they recitin' what I spit out
Stone-cold hustler, I'ma get mines nidd-ow
While y'all n*ggas sit out, doin' what, I don't know
I'm somewhere on the road of putting my next sh*t out
5 alarm blaze, flame can't be put out
Addicted to getting paid, change can't be without (Naw)
n*ggas try to switch into my lane then spin out
It's all me from here out, no doubt
[Hook]
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)

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah!
You already know what the f*ck it is, man
If you a real n*gga, I ain't even got to say nothing
If you a fake n*gga, 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