Itchin'

[Intro: Rick Ross]

(Maybach Music)

We get real money my nigga

Ricky Rozay

The Untouchable Empire

MMG (Maybach Music)

I'm excited right now

Livin' life right now

Black Bar Mitzvah

She's at the party right now

It's too easy right now

Shoot-out to the conglomerate, nigga (Maybach Music)

[?]

Dreams & Nightmares, that's it's all about

Meek Milly

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[?]

Future my nigga multi-millionaire already, no albums out

(Maybach Music)

We run this shit, literrally

Def Jam Records, salute

Warner Brothers, salute

Power Circle

[?]

(Maybach Music)

[Verse: Rick Ross]

I whip my heron with milk

All my boxers be silk

You pussy niggas should chill

We keep the city on tilt

I put on for my wolves down for my area code

We hit a lick, you go to prison -- gotta bury your dope

Respected highly, my nigga

Joey i.e., my nigga

So high with my niggas

Selassie ahi, my nigga

I recite only lethal, yet I'm labelled a poet

I get high in the cathedral and I feel so important

How I'm popping them bands, you man just won't stop

I fucked her in France, came out on top

If she wanted a bite, if she named the spot

But me being the boss, I took her straight to Wingstop

[Chorus: Future]

They itching, they itching, they itching for that paper

My fingers, they itching, they itching for that paper

Riding 'round the city and I got that calculator

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