Wiz Khalifa - Gettin' Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah, It's Young Khalifa
Mr. Look the fuck up
All that
Feelin' real good about life
Gotta drink poured, blunt lit
Let's go

[Verse]
Excuse me, my jeans Levi
My shoes is Gucci, hoes like who he?
On a paper chase, don't waste my loose leaf
A nigga payin' bills, lightin' L's on the beach
But I still move the goons on a loose leash
Some call it weird hoes call it unique
Swag like I just stepped outta boutique
And I spit like a gotta mouth fulla loose teeth
Closet full of new sneaks that I probably never wear
I'm in that president suite, bad bitch
And if them niggas ain't me, average
I treat a beat like canvas
Bob Ross on a song, Paint it perfect
Ever run outta weed I throw a purp fit
I keep the army at ease cause ya'll ain't worth it
Been considered a hipster cause my shirts fit
The way your bitch hit my chirp, make her hip hurt
Young nigga ridin' that wave, Picture me surfin'!
OT probably see me in your circuit
Same niggas hate, the same ones on my first shit
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' blow
Four or five freaks at least new in my phone
Give you my adress, GPS to my home
(Yeah) I party like I own Stocks
Smoke blunts with CEO's who own they own yatchts
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 fuck
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!

[Outro]
Yeah Bitch!
Taylor Gang or kill yourself man
Look in the mirror, shoot the first thing you see
(Yeah) That's not me, that's you
(hahahahhah)
Bitch!