Lyrics Itchin - Rick Ross

Itchin

We get real money my nigga
Rickie Rosay
The untouchable empire
MMG
I’m excited right now
Living life right now
Black bar mitzvah, shit is a party right now
It’s too easy right now
Shout out to the conglomerate nigga
October 30th
Dreams and nightmares, that’s what’s all about
Meek Millie
Over a dozen whips
Young niggas get paper man
Few of my niggas multimillionaires already, no albums out
We run this shit literally
Death Jam records, salute
Warner brothers, salute
Power circle
Should be blessed to be in our presence
I whip my herione with milk
All my boxers be silk
You pussy niggas should chill, we keep the city on tilt
I put on for my woes, down for my area code
We hit a lick you go to prison, gotta bury your dough
Respect that holly my nigga, yo we out here my niggas
You’re so high with my niggas Salasy out here my nigga
I recite only lethal, yeah them label to pour it
I get high in the cathedral, and I feel so important
How I’m popping them bands, your man just won’t stop
I fucked them friends, came out on top
Then she wanted a bite and she named the spot
But me being a boss, I took her straight to wingstop
My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
I’m ridin round the city and I got that calculator
I’m a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper, hey!