Rick Ross Itchin song lyrics

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 hair round with milk

All my boxers be silk

You pussy niggas should chill, we keep the city on tilt

I put on for my walls, down for my area code

We here to let 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 the boss, I take her straight to wingstop

My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper

My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper

I ride around the city and I got that calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper, hey!