เนื้อเพลง Itchin' - Rick Ross

We get real money my n*gga
Rickie Rosay
The untouchable empire
MMG

I'm excited right now
Living life right now
Black bar mitzvah, sh*t is a party right now
It's too easy right now
Shout out to the conglomerate n*gga
October 30th
Dreams and nightmares, that's what's all about
Meek Millie
Over a dozen whips
Young n*ggas get paper man
Few of my n*ggas multimillionaires already, no albums out
We run this sh*t 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 p*ssy n*ggas 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 n*gga, yo we out here my n*ggas
You're so high with my n*ggas Salasy out here my n*gga
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 f*cked 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 motherf*cking monster when it come to getting that paper, hey!